Blood once rushed to my head
on days I was with you...

The mind completely brimful
Yet unfocused, reluctant to think...

Like a scar covering perfect skin
the shadows of dusk cover me...

Silently suffocating in a pool
of her own self pity...

The mistress-
Warm hands, cold hearted...

It's been 3 years too long, I'm ending this curse
It hit rock bottom, I can't imagine it any worse...

A diatelle is 15 lines with a rhyme scheme of...
Gray...

Whats left of us is mere confusion
Memories have turned to illusions...

If I could dig out my emotions
Of my hearts solid ground...

It's cold, it's dark, bottles all around
Confused, dizzy, are my feet hitting the ground...

I've analyzed the situation
Over a hundred times in my head...

They're fighting again, seems like just yesterday
They were on the phone for hours with so much to...