The Most Beautifull Crime

Is it even possible to hear a word of sympathy
from those crimson lips of yours?
I’ve tumbled threw the heavens and am
now at hells front door.
Not sure where my comforts went,
Had hoped at least you’d care.
Yet you threw my problems to the ground,
As if I wasn’t even there.

I thought I had conquered my shadows,
Yet here I am again.
Trying to keep a happy face, while
starting just another game of lets pretend.
With each every dying moment,
I start my journy once more.
With each critique and word of hate,
I struggle towards that golden door.

This time I just can not move on,
You’ve taken way too much,
You’ve committed the most beautiful crime,
You made me fall in love.