Come forth and see all that has become of me.
I’ve cracked, I’ve crumbled, I have ceased to be.
Oh please, oh please pick up the pieces you find oh so worthy.
For I only see dust while you see a wondrous marble bust.
So please, oh please make me see all the good you see in me.
You come to me with much conflict and woe. And ask oh how can I fix it so? You come to me time and time again, For your problems always come and go. You say I resolve so much and that it really, truly
Shrieks and screams swallow the room whole The air turns down to a terrible cold becoming such a dark and eery soul The walls quake, the furniture shakes Oh no there’s a loud knock on the door Hush an
The sun streams in threw the bent blinds, restoring warmth all around. The rays running over my eyes, as if to keep me awake while in this melancholy trans, looping around and around. The dimly lit ca