never a smudge

the corpse won't come alive again.

my soul is dead.

it has long been gone.

no one noticed though

that i was bleeding on the inside.

colorful melodies became

a blank monotone.

or maybe I'm just doing this

for you to see.

the drama on TV

is burning my eyes.

hand me the bandage;

i'd choke myself with it.

What do you think? Please R&R!