A story.

I breath and pump blood throughout,
I sleep,cry and shout,
I read and write,
Ignore everyone in sight,
I miss my girl,
I miss the smell of her hair,
I looked for her but she's not there,
I want to vaporize myself up in the air.

I wonder the streets,
In pain this heart beats,
There is no pleasure in pain,
These thoughts are driving me insane,
I'm afraid I might not move,
I'm afraid I might not survive.

I'm carrying blood stains,
I smell like my own blood,
I love how it blends so well with mud,
A never ending nightmare this is,
I never knew it would end bad like this.

Anyways get your popcorn and hold tight,
I'm going to put on a show for you assholes tonight,
I cannot believe I took it straight through the heart,
But unfortunately it still beats,
And these people are still holding on to their seats.

What more do you want?,
I vomited out an intestine,
I had nothing left but a spine,
It's not blood bitch it's red wine,
Taste it and you may know,
It's not good??? I told you so.

Goodbye,
I'll see you in hell,
Now these butchers have a story to tell,
A story about a guy that once lived,
To someone he gave all his heart,
Only to see it fall apart,

Into a million pieces it fell,
On the ground sweet it smelled,
Beautiful trees grew upon,
But still he smiled just before the dawn,

On his grave grew a white rose,
Its smell could never be smelt by an ordinary nose,
One fine day that beast finally came close,
She recognized him by his name on the tombstone,
she sat next to his grave and and never got up.

Nobody knew who he was,
A knight without an armor,
They say the rose still stands on his grave,
They say she still sits at the same place,
And nobody has ever forgotten his face.