monolithtosorrow

As I sit here, broken, bleeding, feeling something stinging

I cant help but wonder about these feelings, these feelings that Im feeling

Feeling something bleeding, something bleeding into me

A feeling so peculiar that I find it vary strange, vary strange it is indeed

Indeed I think I see? I think I see who I have to be?

Someone colder, someone stronger then he has to be

Then he should be, then he has a right to be

But evolve he must, or left in the dust, or broken with out fuss he would come to be

Broken and alone, its something to behold, as a love that begins to mold

A love that begins to rust and decay, like nothing ever seen this day

Gone away with time, broken like a rime, and end the end he dies

And here it all ends, ends like a perfect twisted rime