TheArtisticLunatic

I watched your passion fade as you colored all your roses gray. A barren field of dispassion and apathy is all that remains. I wonder where your passion went, and what happened to all those things you said you loved. I watched you sprinkle dust upon your heart with calloused, lifeless fingers. I saw the vessel pale and crumble as it slowed to a stop. You smothered the life of your own precious heart, and I swear that it nearly smothered mine. And next you picked up the needle and thread, and wove the yarn of silence through your lips. Never once did you consider that your words were lullabies to me. Every note and every syllable was a balla