their cries for help became like whispers

almost like the mere passing wind

it blew against the people's ears

their pain ignored, dismissed, unseen

she doesn't recall how she has let

the demons to come, at her, to laugh

at the raging storm inside her head

against the war her heart has stirred up

as cliche as it seems, she is his world

she intoxicates the chemicals he breathes

he couldn't let go of that one girl

her poison seeping to his soul within

like the falling of the autumn leaves

were the tears cascading down her cheeks

no sounds were made from her trembling lips

closing up like leaves dried and crisped

a rose is beautiful but its stem grows thorns

tightly he embraces her, the more he bleeds

the petals are wilting, dying, all forlon

his soul colors the same shade, dark and bleak

they walk alone the pouring rain

the gloomy skies crying with them

they look like they're to be washed away

their world has crumbled to ashes again