One

My eyes are painted red. The canvas of my soul is slowly caving in again.
The morals that I was taught seem as nothing but bitter lies.
Everyday there's even more noise, but the stories are getting old.
When will we see the end of the days we have to bleed for what we need?
Just forgive, forget and look back with regret.
Because we've got one life to live, one love to give, and one chance to prevent from falling into a deeper Hell.
One heart to break and one soul to take us. Don't let them forsake us.
There are nights we sleep while others weep with the same salty tears that worsen their cuts.
Be strong. It's you and I under one sky.
Only one.
VeraCross VeraCross
13-15, F
Dec 11, 2012