Tears Trickle down the face.
Silly fights aren't the case.
Ugly thoughts overpowering.
still not ready to embrace.
Hands of clock stuck at a place.
Twelve to twelve at a low pace.
Every second cutting through.
Only imagination, no base.
Coercing Misery.
Salt on injury
Stricken by remorse
Nothing I can do to set you free.
Empty skies empty eyes
Telling stories, lips lies.
I am being toxic.
Shattered heart cries.
