Buukuta + Evanescence = Crappy Poetry

[shaveadarat]

And who will wipe away
my smoking tears of pain?
Who will be there to tell me
That it will be okay when I wake?

Hold my hand and tell me
"I'm gone and you're alone."
Because I can't seem to tell myself
and Convince the rest of me.

Run. Before the tainted anger encapulates my soul
And makes this pain permenant.
Fly away and never look back.
I'll be okay. Really. I'll be fine.