Way to ruin the perfect vein of melancholia
and stab the heart that needs to feel
Using napalm to stoke the fire
And poison a man with zeal
Way to crush his only hope
and mu_rder his chance of solitude
Way to trash his way to cope
Dispite his ingratitude
He wont thank you
He never will
Not even appreciate your tryings
So you just chill.
He will never change
Ignoring your best advances
He will always stay strange
Averse to romances
Dead he feels as much as he reveals
Nothing can breach the scarred seals
Nothing seeps in and nothing leaks out
His pain, contained, his religion- he is devout.
Leave here the damaged one
No sense in spreading the stain
Trust this the worst is done
Dont waste your strength in vain.
Just leave the zombie to shrivel up and die
It wont feel… it cant care.
But if you’re sure to save this guy..
I’ll still be here..

Written by RauCous