I wrote this a long time ago, but somehow forgot...

While you sit there
painting pretty pictures...

Tonight I write a poem for your heart-
yet a funeral march plays...

Tonight I write a poem for your heart-
yet a funeral march plays...

Take me to a place i've never been to before
a place filled with love and a heart that never...

See that star?
that bright and beautiful star...

Had
slivers...

A blue in storm from eye-light torn;
your night is rain-soaked...

Out of nowhere, I am pitched into the dark,
a dark that creeps into all your joy...

Beginning to sense
a shadow forming in the wind...

Sweet vermilion
piercing thru black skies...

We are not alive anymore.
drowned by sorrow...