I'm sick of writing love poems
from writing about you...

I wont survive
this world of hate...

I turn around
to watch your cries...

My head is gone
my mind is non existent...

Heart on my sleeve, gun to my head
bleeding to believe, eyelids like lead...

All the crimson tears
from your icy blues...

Why do i cry
why do i weep...

All these tears
dripping off my face...

I know that you are lonely
and you long to find a way...

Drowned in this sea of despair and angst, lost...

I stumble down the stairs
and sit down in a seat...

There is a boy
i know so well...