Do I stand alone I asked myself in a world of rejection
Or look upon me and place me in a spot of insecurity or deception
I will wander hoping nothing will
Be as painful as this moment
That the shell of me will never feel
Worthlessness in a living death of hurt
I wanted it to last forever
These dreams and memories of laughter
All the things these people brought to me
In living acts of disaster
Even the rough moments were worth the agony which cast her
To look upon those perfect two eyes into that perfect blue sky
There is nothing more beautiful to an artist than dark pain in disdain
These are our bruises, brushes to the realm of music paint, and words
Things that bring us to a truth outside the world's false reality in herds
Without our devastation, the mark of artistry would forever be blinded
By perpetual blandness