good evening the forgotten Juliet

I lie in this bed and this awful room

and this awful Town
thinking of you...

looking through those beautiful green eyes

ripping your clothes off piece by piece to look at every battle scar you have...

it's sad you cut yourself...

but that's sharp razor blade brings you hope it brings you peace...

is it enough through the bloodshed in pain
why you live this dark facade why are you so angry... at the world I see...


I can't be hypocrite I rock a Mass for a blind witness...

underneath that mass is a idea..
made of pain and suffering in English I live this life everyday that's why I live underneath the liquor table..

stumbling around drunk for 25 years

that's a handful of cards right there they usually don't last that long....
through the abuse the cheating in the lies you're still here...
I still don't get it.......
you are amazing I'll give you that

I remember what you said your heart is big enough for two cuz my heart is empty I don't love myself so much hate and misery it's a diversion inside my mind and solar
if I didn't have it anymore....

what I am saying I love you I guess and my weird way
I have questions to ask you but I will ask myself in time now I lie at this bed and die with you..
my dear beloved the lost Juliet....

hangman....






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