decorating the desolate my pain floats away into the abysssmile inside I'm still alivethe dark uttered sentencebut I've done my penance suffer not the waymercy over sacrificelest I boastintensifying need bleeds purestumble just to standlying prostrate, I prayparables of faith...

my hurt was full and I linger in its depthsstirring memories I weepthere is no letting go of lovejust a deepening of ittrue appreciation comes from understanding thisyour honesty reaches me in my coldI'm utterly bewitchedthe mystic ruins of...

my solemn is quietmy soul has slipped so far into my sanctuary I have been unable to speakit's not that I feel nothing I feel everything, maybe too deepfeeling like I forgot to talk or I forfeited the rightevil...

my Sadness grew becoming a motherblooming with Fear for her childrenit was no small thing to reconcileto self soothe, when she scream while giving birth to themthe children were inconsolable Fears became Angerhe was the last to be deliveredand...

depression reigns and I cannot alterin the end love betrays us allwhether it be a slow slipping away of passionor a heart that can't let go...hurtingdying in the moment as feelings buildeuphoria when you utter you love medeep sadness...