Orange and red; Compose lonely roads.
Falling slowly, to their resting place...

The thumping of the heart
the tremors of the soul...

Bottled up
a closed mine...

As i carve my flesh the blood trickles through,
sliding down my skin; it flows...

Blood trails appear
across swollen flesh...

Set in the mind
deep within ones soul...

My heart turned to black
as you walked out that door...

The way she walks
the way she talks...

A friendship ended over something absurd,
lies from both sides were all that were heard...

They held hands and danced in poetic romance,
their minds overcome with love; in a trance...

I never trust anyone.
I question everything...

You're the nicotine to my cigarette
the cradle to which i rock...