Just don't tell them I've gone crazy,
I'm still strung out on you,
Tell them anything you want to,
Just don't tell them all the truth,
Don't tell them all the truth.

did she really?
Really move on from me that fast?
Is it that easy?
Am I really nothing.
I knew it all along,
Why in the **** did I give in..
I had my walls built so high,
And you got them down,
When I should of left them higher outta reach.

children of the darkness,
listen in
you pretend that it doesn't
bother you,
but we know that you're just
concealing it,
from the prying eyes which
stare profusely,
through the dying light into
your own.

and you shake with the anticipation
of another
shot of alcohol dripping down your
aching throats,
numbing the pain of freshly broken
hearts.
and instead of screaming helplessly
at skies
of crimson, you watch the tears stream
down your cheeks.

She was beautiful.
You can tell by how she
introduces herself;
says her name as if it it
something worth grieving over.

She was beautiful,
before the broken teeth and bruises
that painted her skin
an unnerving shade of red and purple.

She was beautiful,
then came the biopsies, radiation and hair loss.
But mostly, it's the little box
she sleeps in every night.

She was beautiful,
before her husband packed away her defiance
and pumped submission into her veins.

She was beautiful,
I swear it.

Hell, she still is.