Denise

Truth is swept under , as feelings grow over 
Logic becomes slower as reason escapes lower 
Madness spreads like a seed planted long ago . It stays firm in the soil of the heart , branches and growth eats the innocents. 
I tried to tell her by taking her hand 
A past flame scorched that bridge to a hollow 
Now every soul after must endure pain and sorrow , the coldness that follows 
Empty box up to the brim full of rage , spilled over and over , barbiturate kisses taint a fellow .
Let my fly away , let me see the way , feathers sunk down , dead mans pleasure 
I saw rays of light in her eyes , yet she turned it gloom , hide away weather .