\\~*~My Shattered Innocence~*~//

If for just one moment,
I could dare to whisper into the rain,
Crying into winter sunshine,
That filters through the,
Blood red clouds,
This sunset, will be my last,
As the rainbow dances overhead,
I crumble into your passing shadow,
Bleeding, broken heart,
Pinned to my jacket.

Sometimes I think,
That I need to know,
If the creature still lurks in the dark,
But I carry on running,
My ghost illuminated by the murky,
Useless streetlamps,
And I can see her body,
Crying forgotten tears,
Wishing it was Summer,
Because you kissed her.

When it�s all about trust,
I�ll lie,
Because friendship seems so alien,
Too pure to wound,
With crystals shattered,
Into scars,
Fragile, like those eyes,
That burn into my own,
I wished for you,
But now I�m cursing all of this,
Damn, fucking serendipity.

I like it when it�s obvious,
Because I don�t keep secrets,
They escape through tears,
Just because,
They�ll stop screaming now,
Apparently,
But there�s still that constant buzz,
Of worry, and they�ll write the lyrics,
To my next song,
Which I might as well dedicate to death,
Because my idols are too stone like,
To melt away into help for me,
Standing up against the hurt,
Just, exactly like I can�t.

Lead me to the grave,
Normal and perfect,
Some will say,
That my anarchy is a joke,
And it makes me bleed,
So it�s not politics,
It has no metaphor,
Guilt ridden razor,
I don�t like it that way,
Let it slice with poetry,
And make me shiver,
At it�s cold, stinging beauty.

If I cry,
I�ll count every single tear,
Like when he tried to count the stars,
In that story I just about remember,
Because it was parallel to life,
Twisted, disjointed and hilariously funny,
So why did they fall in love,
Because this is your world remember,
Oh but you don�t do memories,
Because the grass leaves stains,
And sand is rough against your feet,
And the past was so damn right,
Why has everything fucked up?
One millions sobs later.

Beeps like my heart,
Even, fading, thumps,
Which are killing me,
Even though he�s the one,
That can�t breath,
And the happiness,
That only his eyes can show,
Dissolves into pain,
I did this to him,
Choking on his revenge,
I need to run back to what used to be,
When we woke up cuddled up close,
When I wouldn�t admit to loving him,
Good-bye.

And it was all a dream,
And I�ll wake up smiling,
With milky clear arms,
With the sun bursting through my blinds,
And �Lifestyles� playing,
And I�ve got one picture,
Of those identical angels,
Over whom I used to muse,
First day of my new life,
Slips away,
Why am I floating,
With blood stained wings?

�Lifestyles of the rich and the famous, they�re always complaining, alwaaays complaining�