Okay, something brought on by... who knows what. Doesn't really matter. It's a poem, therefore, read it, review it, and go on with your life.
Paint the Walls
Here alone
Without you beside me
To comfort me
And to hold me
And to make me feel worth something
Without you
Life's unbearable
And I'd
Paint the Walls
With my blood
To have you back
Nothing seems right anymore
Nothing matters
It's all monotonous routine
It's all just plain hell
Without you
Here in an earthly hell
Looking at empty pictures
Full of memory
Full of life
So unlike me
And I'd
Paint the Walls
With my blood
To have you back
As much as it seems
That I'm alive
I'm dead on the inside
I'm dead everywhere
Everywhere but my outside shell
That never reflects the inside
This knife
Looking so friendly
I'm going to
Paint the Walls
With my blood
So I can have you
So we can be together
From Raven to Cyborg
