Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed.Clangoring out words that can never be forgot.Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues.Caring not of the unsaintly bell they have rung.Oh, bitter hearts of selfish minds You know not the poison you leave behind.

Damask roses and white picket fences,a childhood ripe with an array of senses.Forest black against starry skies,Pink clouds dusting an early sunrise.Hundreds of days slipping through hourglass years.The sands of adolescence fading with solemn tears.Oceans of certainty ebbing away, Lessons learned regardless of one's place.

Sometimes we need to remove ourselves. To occasionally stand away from the noise. To silence the chatter that never sleeps. To take a moment from the voices that never really speak.

We too, like trees can shake off our dead leaves and begin again.

Numb to the words you have left heavy on my skin. Dipped with malice and edged with regret, it's within these shadows you have sanctioned my death. And how naive to once think us equal pillars, when really you were my soul killer. No noble knight, no sheltered haven. Just another devil casting mayhem.

In this forest called life, sometimes there are no goodbyes, no proper sendoffs, no wishing for a next time; just the knowledge that this departure will never be set right.