The aftermath that consumes me:
it leaves me with nothing but dust
in a place were hearts can thrive and be without anger.
So how much can my heart take
before, like glass, it breaks?
Its only a matter of time before it's beats expire.

Believe me
from these feelings

To Mend
The face reminded me of a much better place than here.
Alive, it shinned for me through my darkness and fear
but oh, how it flew away
with autumn leaves in the wind.

Too much is never enough,
the crave is still in me.
Addiction to bandage the lies you told m