Saints love more in death than life
I hope never to be a saint...

Melting bubbles
In the sky...

Deceit that brings a smile
Truth that draws a tear...

Just a fantasy
Planted in my head...

Pages inked with sorrow
Stained with tears of joy...

What it must be like
To never have someone drown in you...

Oh shallow heart
Why do you beat...

Sin is pouring from me,
Deadly its disguise...

No feeling
Only selfish recognition...

Hidden deep beneath my skin,
A person most can't see...

I cried until I dried up
Turned to dust...

I have found your secret hideaway,
And I hope to never leave...