To get some rest, acting wise

I lie awake, try not to cry

then watch as my bleeding heart dies,

scavenging birds into it pry


I left the room, with flowers that

you said you liked before now what's

the reason why you don't feel bad?

I don't look back, lest I grow guts.


Then I look sideways when I cross

safety first I heard is a must

then I pass doors and I pass stores

and I pass out from breathing dust.


The blackened wires behind my eyes

know not how our 'true love' expired

they tell the truth, their truth is lies

wrapped and disguised in pure satire.


Fly as they may, explore the skies

then get so numb and somewhat tired;

these waterfalls on our burning fires

They rarely tried, I really tried.