Heart staying numb,

escapes the pain.

But what's the use?

It's all the same.

The wake of dawn

a restless night

it's now too late

to do it right.

The faces come

and then are gone

you're left again

cold and alone.

The past comes to haunt-

you lose your grip

against fair skin

a cold metal tip.

Death's sweet embrace

so inviting and soft

a cowards way out

can make it all stop-

For once and forever-

you hold metal tight

her image, her words

tatooed in your mind.

But you have to be strong

have to play the part

sheathe your sword

tuck away your heart.

Put on the mask

a serenity's face

signs of torment inside

gone without trace.

But eyes are the wells

deep, thoughtful, sad

will anyone ever

see, understand?