• Whispers annihilate hopes,
    true strength that lies dormant within.
    Holding the blade within your mouth,
    your beauty is that of angels
    but when I close my eyes,
    will your broken heart beat with mine.

    Overcome all sorrow.
    If you coped than,
    you can cope now.
    Pain passes like strangers.
    Auburn sunsets can possibly mean death.

    Wishing for an empty yet still happy ending,
    nothing can fill me with the perfect sense of poise.
    Yet gliding on these pretty wings bring warm solace
    to the withering pages in this tale.
    Tulip petals drenched in crimson warmth.