Black and white lines,
colors disappear...

Razor blade hearts
words kill her inside...

What would this world be
if these walls could speak...

Scream
and the blood comes out...

I'm so glad I'm useless
'cuz i'm drowning in the rain...

Her paintbrush bleeds
misery shoots through her veins...

Hide-and-seek hearts
have a mind of their own...

Mascara smudges
visible in the reflection...

Gossamer wings reflect and glitter
Reader, see watch the beautiful light...

Oh, Reader
feel this spring breeze...

Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...

Wings don't work
when the world is wet...