These eyes are of lies no more. But of tears. Tears for you. Tears of pain ,sorrow ,and even love. These tears etch out of my soul , from my heart.
My heart is dead now. It lays now on the dirty floor. In front of my eyes. AS my eyes gaze upon it, i turn in dsguist. For it is a black heart. A heart not of man ,nor of love. What's this? My heart it speaks!
Telling me to pick it up. To put it back in me. Should i make myself whole again or instead leave it be on the floor to soil even more? Why do i need a heart? I have no use for one. Or do I?
Maybe i should go back to being th old me. That me whih i despise so much. There's no point to be happy, when there is nothing left to be happy for.
