Why do I try?
Why do i keep my feelings inside?
how is it that with a simple word or action,
you can make my world come crashing down.
again. and again.
I fail to see the point in this existence,
when all the colors fading way,
my world becomes a place of darkness,
as i stare into the space between the worlds.
should i step over the boundry,
and risk it all for you?
a chance to kill, and a chance to love,
o, what am i to do?
sometimes i think, as i stare out at the rain,
because im positive it will never be the same, now that your gone...
never to belong again..
O, why am I alive in this world of hate,
only to die when it gets good?
to see your face one last time,
they way you always understood.
But now I stare at the stain against the floor,
the crimson puddles of blood,
dripping serenly from your rose,
the rose of the blackest bud.