Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I took the drink, let it slip down my throat.
I guess I've been known for worse than simply losing control.
But it's the symptoms like these...
Well, It's the burn in my soul that leaves me broken, distraught, and alone.
If this is love, then why did you take it from me?
I thought you were a gift but you just left me bloody.
Burn out the sun. Black out the light.
Break all the mirrors, i won't like what I find.
Cast my image. Shatter it!
Well I thought I'd take a moment here to rant
And when I say "rant"
I mean repetitively mumble over my infatuation with my own self-inflicted disease.
Oh, and the way you treated me.
Love lies.
It sounds a lot like love lies.
You lie. I die....
Love lies, but I wish we could have done better.