the new dorian
as i lay dying tonight
in the remains of our love
as pretty as a raw scar
i see you for what you are
the turning point for my soul
the happiness you stole
with poisonous lips and dangerous
hips that controlled the fate
of a heart to full of love
so sure of a happy ending
instead at the end of the aisle
i find the grey portrait staring
with withered and beaten eyes
racked with an eternities worth
of the pain that freezes my soul
and in that quiet moment i find
the answer to my question
forever alone. forever broken.
