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Walking through the desert,

all dry and dead.

(...dead...)

Staring at the valley walls,

with dirt stained the color red.

(...stained...)

It reminds me of my mind,

of when life was not so kind.

(...hate...)

I’d like to paint them white,

to cover the pain with the hope it will get better.

(...hope...)

But I think I’ll paint them black,

so it’s dark...

(...so dark...)

...and I can’t look back.

I have this hunger that I can’t fill.

So I eat up all your words,

As if I was starving for recognition.

And I feel the weight build on my heart

And I still can’t stop this hunger.



My heart feels the pressure

Building into a solid grip.

And it’s your hand,

Clasping gently and yet,

It’s like a death-grip on my heart.



Knowing the danger it’s in

My heart chooses to be unaware.

One more word,

Could end the quick beating.

Your slow voice distracts it from the danger.



Lying in this pool of regret

Memories of your voice flood the room

To rise to my mind and drown it.

One slow beat of my heart, and it was done.

The benevolent pressure left nothing but longing and regret.

Venture into an empty house,



Filled with empty halls.



Walk down its stairs



Onto a blood-stained floor,



And lock away your friends.



She cried her apologies, again,



And again.



She began to rip her love to pieces.



As he lay there dying.



More blood to stain the floor.



She tore herself apart,



Wanting to live no more.