3;19..

so cold..so old..
something that's not supposed to be told.
view on a tilt, to retract the thoughts split.
keep your feelings to yourselves,
so there's no more guilt, only truth
which isn't so implausible, unless you see
through these eyes.
my heart has died, and dried.
there's nothing more i can be,
ignore my minds' debris.
let me rot, and grieve.
because the lesson was not
learned, as my trust burned.

you've been wasting the time,
watching those chimes hang, upon my ribs.
lets lay upon the arms of the past,
oh, i wish this life could recast.