On this poem
I write the tears...

That forgotten feeling,
When memories can only be held so close...

May it be a task as to forgive,
Something so hard makes it easy to live...

In the Arms of my Angel,
My thoughts become strangled...

Hearts held high,
Only omniscient of obituaries...

In a world of sick twists,
Light is only to be blinded by the dark...

In our sick world of final hours,
Preventing our scars...

I sit here dreading,
All the laughter and joy...

Yeah she's fighting the greatest war alone,
In her mind ,all her past written in stone...

Like a bird fallen from the nest
Like a diamond ring fallen from the chest...

An empty light,
Will show your fight...

Where we are,
What they see...