the poem

Every time I stare in you eyes. A part of me just dies, you can't win even when you try to be thin. I fell in love and now i lay here. wondering if anyone is there, I call out so quietly. and yet no one responds so early. my head is not the one that dread. But the love has died and that made me begin to cry. You know when it's love. when you look above. Seeing stars but never those with scars. You are the one that is dead and i am the one to dread. losing you what can I do? I fled okay, now just go away. Sick of seeing you wondering on you to know the way that we can not play. I dream of never seeing you and wondering how we are through. I shed that one that fled and now 6 feet under all I do is wonder how many more can shed before we just dread. Death is game but more and more a shame. I fled and now I am dead but you dread the most because you're the lucky host. live is never alive but more the one that drives. I go and you stay. Now play. Huge instruments fight for the one that is right but never for the wrong and now we are all gone. I am done and one has sung the dreadful days and nights and now all we have are the awful fights