What I see upon the water top...
Is a reflection of how I am...
A distorted puzzle of burned out memories
Nourishes a black flower of decadence...
Sitting on the bridge
Watching sunset on the water...
They try to believe her when she says that she's...
they try not to notice the tear streaks on her...
Silver, sharp, glistening red,
That single blade lies on my bed...
Her eyes the color of the midnight blue,
with a twinkle like the midnight stars...
He took away...
the need to have meaning...
On the outside she' s whole,
you could never see...