cardboard boxes breathe new life,
they become home
i feel no need to continue
your words strike like venom
the fangs of death just pierce
i cant believe im so unlucky
the turns of times leaves my words
uninspired as they left me
sitting feverishly on the broken sidewalks
of hell, in which i lay
broken, in pieces, bleeding
my heart has been ripped from me
the noose swinging round my neck
i never thought he'd play me victim
the man i always wanted, but reality
would never let me have
his words like fire awakening
his voice as it sounds
so pure
no deformation could have made me
laugh or cower in it's presence
he needed to know i loved him
as he cried and said no one cared
no one would listen to his devotion
when i with no trance
would,
i wanted him to be with me,
but his heart, belonged to her.