Heartache burns like the calmness of the ocean.
It's me it's searching for.
Holding a handful of bees, tasting their sting in my throat.
The smell is sweet like honey, until I hear the sweetness dripping off.
See the heartache enter my soul.
Heartache tastes the way a razor feels, ripping through my skin.
A bullet shot into my brain by the stare of Ryan through the altar at my
church.
Ryan's stare is so sweet.
Truth pounds at my head although I can't hear it.
How can I hear what I ain't listening to?
Because no one ever taught me to listen to what's right.
Everything good has to come to an end because nothing lasts forever.
The piercing screams of broken hearts are burned into each thought of my
mind forever.
I like life as much as laying on a bed of knives.
I fall into myself and start life over.
I would return no more.
Many people will come to turn me back into my true self.
Bloody flowers lead you to my heartache.
I'll have to come out of my quiet cave to be able to think.
Carpe Diem,
For otherwise the day will seize you.
Like the heartache entering.
 
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