I see the ending as you kiss my end
tell me that its just pretend...

Ribbons of blood pour from
her severd veins again...

Re calibrate,
focusing in the small things...

Fragile wings.
That cannot fly...

I speak.
It seems in foreign tongue...

Never have i truly opened up.
Just fragments of what was on my mind...

I look around..
The happiness is drained...

Suspended above reality.
I cant grasp whats going on...

I seen a girl.
Her story unknown...

Dig in.
The rip, the tear...

Bruises have become a fashion.
There whats in style now a days...

Ten little fingers.
Ten little toes...