the dying hearts
and crying eyes
caused by this type of art
constructed in my web of lies
deep and sacred
theise thoughts i keep
only come out of hatred
so hard to seek
in this world of a maze
in my mind i am lost
just caught in this daze
my hope was tossed
into this oblivian
of my tragic acts
so dark like obsidian
whith motivation i lack
that i will never regain
never to be seen again
