once upon a time
i felt something inside
but now the end has come
and everything has died
empty in this sorrow
a tower of the mind
vacant of its feeling
no soul they can define
a fairy tale of silence
lived so happily
pulling down the paintings
that made a pretty me
a trilogy of anger
windowing my fears
letting in the sadness
stored throughout the year
a building block of silence
perfecting all i feel
this mechanized solution
to pain that can't be real

words used to flow
like tears upon a cheek
spilling all emotion
that i couldn't speak
freeing my depression
easing all my pain
but now the words are muted
and tears still fall like rain
so lonely in this bubble
built surrounding me
fading all the colors
till black and white, i see
alone within this crowd of
shattered smiling faces
swallowing all the words up
within the endless places
holding in my silence
a broken shriveled soul
seeking my perfection
but never i am whole
letters of the moments
the rose's crimson thorn
bleeding all the words out
between two worlds i'm torn
drowning in the blackness
with love my only crime
once i was a poet
now just a stain in time

wearing a mask
to hide the pain
you drove into me
as i kissed the rings
upon the bony fingers
of your hatred
shadowing the tears
as they flow
down the cheeks of my sorrow,
of my humiliation
concealing this hurt
that you refuse to see
just bowing to you
kneeling at the feet
of your ignorance
as you spit upon my dreams
begging for forgiveness
as you slit the throat
of my innocence.
submissive to 
the monster you create
within my mind
you just feed on the naivety
of my shattered soul
as i lay at your feet
raped of all feeling
and lost in the hell
you created in my honor