Blood fills my mouth with the broken glass that...
It cascades to the floor and drowns the white...

The pain sears into my memory, the words being...
where am i...

*this is a true story that is going to have a lot...
My eyes fluttered open...

All these tears
dripping off my face...

Round we go
in circles again...

"life can be hard
life can be rough...

Nobody sees you the way I do
The great person that you are...

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

Another day
its all the same...

I am alone
in my defeat...

Everynight before i sleep
i take my knife and cut in deep...

All the crimson tears
from your icy blues...