Three angels came to greet me,
They said they seek for a friend to be,
First is the Angel of Death,
whom I befriended with,
Now my soul would be reaped with care,
Second is the Angel of Sorrow,
whom I befriended with,
To accompany me on a blue day,
Third is the Angel of Love,
whom I befriended with not,
For love only hurt,So I wouldn't dare.

I live in my mind,
A sea of ink therein I dwell,
Drowning me painting me dark,
The sun is dead,left his lover no more than a ball of rock,
No difference between day and night,
No way to tell the time,
My heart is out of sight,
Went out to do more crime,
My soul devoid of light,
No cure for a billion dime,
Amidst these curses,
At least I am awake,
And heaven has offered me salvation,
A pen in the grasp of my hand,
And an endless ink around me,
The more I use,The more I'm free.

I live in my heart,
Where the walls are ruptured,
Rend by my thoughts of her words,
It bleeds with every beat,
It hurts every second torture every minute,
The atmosphere either red,green or blue,
It's all 3 when I'm seeing you,
Don't come close my dear,
For my heart would beat faster,
Such pain impossible to endure,
And your words,it never cure,
Now I know your love hurts for sure,
Yet I don't know what I keep my heart open for,
And I'm not sure why I'm still waiting for you to slam open my bedroom door.

You are a dove,
I am a raven,
All that you love,
I have forsaken,

I was ready for your love,
but your white I was scared to taint
I'm just scared to dive,
deep into your life.
You were my dove,
I was your raven.

I'd give you the best of both worlds,
If both worlds weren't already yours.

I touched the Sun with my own hand,
She's cold to the core,
Her neck where my lips often visit,
Got ligature marks all over,
Her eyes that used to shine warm light,
Now dark and colder than Artic nights,
I spent no time admiring her magnificence,
And She had no stars to accompany Her,
How had I failed to see through these lenses?
That She shone dark blue throughout the year,
My life without Her presence,
A life full of fear,
Where I'm counting sheeps all night,
Reading storybooks and folklore,
And cry as I try to fight,
The fact that dawn will arrive no more,
I know my tears won't restore Her flame,
But I'll weep still for I am the one to blame.

Heave a sigh,say
Everything is fine
Lie when necessary
Prefer admiration than mind

Mr.Everything'sAlright
Egoistic and full of pride.
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