The sound in my head.

How  I hear the sound in my head, that drags on in time.

The deepest corners of the darkest shadows could not match my pain.

His words cut like razors from ear to ear. 

My smile is as fake as a broken doll. There is no sunlight, only clouds

Like a horse set a flame I am destin to fall.

My heart is black coal that will soon turn to ash.

My eyes, once warm and inviting, now dark and iced over.

I am no man, but a boy left to fail his teacher of abandoments.

Shoes I am the poe, for we have the same hearts

Alexander is no more but shut doors, locked and bridges burned away from time deeply forgotten.

The love letter left to drown in the rain as the blood filled ink,

Pours out my words that have been lost in time.

How I hate the sound in my head.