Grave-Stone

Pain and chaos, chaos and pain
All the dissonance and the disdain

This is it. Look at what we have created.
Its beautiful and on fire, but cruel and cold.

I dont want it to end like this.
But i guess thats what i paid for.
This sorrowful agenda, this melancholy formula,
these wretched tears of mine.

We are pinned inside the prison we created.
A beast of burden, not soon to be lifted.

Look at these roses that peirce my hands.

~Jory