I wonder why the heart bleeds from our eyes

Time never stands trial for murder. Time also endeavours to cure the ones condemned to sorrow, in reflection of this tragic chore.

The truth is not a weapon it is a necessity. Show those ears of hearts no mercy in its telling.

The only way to be guilt free; is to live in the absence of pleasure..

To taste the scorns of love; brings anger to slowly erode in digestion

Her sensitivity struggles to live within a hostile world and that same hostility, struggles to live within her heart