He extracts the lust from my bones
to paint, to convey, each reason why...
Dedicate this poem to a creature that I killed...
I remember like it was yesterday...
If I could change I would change me
and a Robot I would be, Micro chips...
Its been weeks since I heard your voice,
months since I felt your touch...
When you die you simply leave everyone behind
body and soul you walk out from everybody's mind...
Hey fragile girl, with your unsteady hands,
Don't worry about them, They treat you like...
My dear little sister, as you lay on the bed,
Cold and alone, as if you were already dead...
Lately, I've felt
like a tourist inside...
Is it true?
Has your life been stolen from you...
My eyes burn from tears that have yet to fall
I sit by my phone waiting for your call...
Far away I stood to watch,
watch what was once a paradise disappear to ash...
I sit in silence,
i can hear my tears hitting the floor...