The fears screech within my cerebral cortex,
Tear, rip a weakened will and repossess the hurt in a worn down heart.
How much I crave; lust for a pristine start, another heart to re-paint this old and ruined art.
Crashed to the ground, and my head began to pound- rain erasing images of you -attempts to sooth- yet the stains plague a forgotten work; one of Mozart.
Despair- A darkened ray; tainted with dreams of another ill day.
Taken away from this tormented today she thought he was her only everything until the moment he fled away.
Upon the ringing on a new truth she collapsed; no longer strong enough to stay or cease that emotional heart-ache.
Her heart; did she loan to a fool.
Now, as it continues to rain; burning his sins from her body, she begins to sway- Peeling her pains away.
Could it be possible to end this way?