I lost my heart and left to die I made it all my very own,

I tried to rip away the piece,

of shards that pierced my heart,

indeed the they severed thee aorta,

and all together stopped flow,

damn them that make roam alone.

my love my love my love is false now,

I tried to give it a fake soul,

but all it showed is I was empty,

a cold dead lonely rotting corpse,

And why is this left in self loathing,

I cant accept the glance of anyone I know,

perhaps I dont really know them,

it just the body’s memory to show,

So many wonders we have to offer,

in the furthest pits,

of the back of our minds

The room I see within my eyes created,

the ghastly creature could be my friend,

the bits of me I used to be .

where trusted does reside lock away in myself,

a smile sweet, becoming,

all a fake facade of mine.

roaming roaming the quiet banshee,

who screams and screams,

through out the lengths of time,

what is this I’m hearing?

the conscious,

no no it cant be mine.