In (Sin)cerity -

My heart, it beats…

But still wrapped in thorns

From the lack of peace that I have ignored.

My heart, it cries…

Has still never wept

For another soul, another’s death.

…A pain worth bearing…

…You're worth enduring for…

…But, as for you, my friend,

Will you try and see that I come to you in sincerity?

But if I ignore yet another chance,

Your blood will be on my hands.

How could I ignore…

You’re worth enduring for.

How did I ignore…

You’re worth enduring for.

This bedside candle bears a haunting flame, a grim reminder of the cost at

stake.

I force myself to stare this piece of hell in the face.

I can’t sleep

when my concern for you becomes an ache.