The day has become my Era of Depression

Descression is advised
Lonelyness seeks the eyes
Empty hearts own demise

Brush strokes on an empty canvas
Painting away my life
Painting Passion as a Golden hue
Theres that golden Rose
Blossoming anew

I dont like the color gold
But I love your eyes

Love is like war,
Easy to begin
Hard to finish

Im an Angel of darkness my own plight
I will never match up to your cascading light

And the cracks in the concrete are reminders that you fall apart, no matter how strong you are

Inside this mirror, I see myself
Trapped behind a face no longer mine
I seem to be the only one
Who can see my bitter decline

When you wish upon a star it collides and crashes and burns to ashes

Speaking louder then ignorance, because we talk in silence