Talent

Written 2/11/06

Burn my curiosity
Ignite with animosity
You can't spare some generosity
To comfort my
Pathetic cry

Taste the bitter lie in truth
Waste what time you have in youth
You think I don't hold onto proof?
I play it shy
And wink my eye

Lie in sleep beneath the stars
And wish for death between what's ours
My clothes will still conceal my scars
You sound off tune
Do you need room?

Death will come if you don't breathe
I'm scared in truth I make you seethe
If this is so, why don't you leave?
I can't replace
Your distant face

I'll write this wrong
In form of song