Sitting alone, this paper in hand…my prayers are for you, my beloved untrue.

Say you will kiss me, if only this once… but hands cannot write what your head tends to fight.

Love me or hate me, the desire’s the same… the only difference is the mask and the name.

Black ink that bleeds…

Is this love or this greed?

Tear stained cheeks…

It’s a monster we feed.

Spinning around I grow dizzy I grow sound, letting the room shrink till I fall to the ground.

Cover me in ribbons, burry me in bows, let me just say it’s heard to let your heart go.

Liturgy ended, I’m still tied to the side, held by the strings that I dare didn’t confide.

This tombstone’s my letter in hopes to be free…

In hope that maybe one day that you could love me.