Creep into dark meadows bathed in moonlight

Pick wilting roses for a lover you don't have

Find beauty in places that are filled with solace

Breathe in toxic fumes to ease the hurt

Open your eyes to the soul and mind

Erase the memories of those silicone models
Realize the emotions you should feel

Engrave your morals on a moss covered tombstone

With angel statues who have tear stained cheeks

Hold a quill filled with blood to write your woes

Practice perfection and fail miserably

Find a compromise between love and hate

Until you find that exact balance to feed to the dead

And march in platoons of bloodshot drones

Until from your wilting rose the last petal falls