She sat on her pedestal Indifferent to the throne I made for her So self absorbed My self absorbed Dogmatic and blind There is no
Your Dance
How long will you sit back Watching a slow dance Wishing It was you out there Always waiting For the next song ‘Cause maybe, just
And Then
Lights are off Candles lit My new favorite song Is playing On the couch My head in your lap A hand on my chest The
Almost, Again
I watch the blood run down my hand Drip from my fingertips, splash on the floor All I can do is think to myself How
The Annoyance of Rhyme Upon Waking
I study what seems The electric In dreams There were two Then three Dancing Bound by screams Tendril to wrist The synapse missed In the
Finally
Of all things You thought this Would break me I remember everything Which led to this My attempts To form a void Within this chaos
