Sang To Me

As the melancholy sang to me my sins. The battle won through tears and pain I've found the true meaning of defeat. I've found sadness through deflowering Lies, I found sadness through your piercing cries. I come as I am what a piercing phrase I glazed upon my optional lies through hurt and pain. I came I saw I conquered most, I flew i grew I cried and boast. I cut I bleed I cried many times, my pain is real but you cant see without my eyes. I was sung to that day, my strength comes from within I committed defeat as i fell to my knees. I was on I was off, but mostly aware.The picture was taken, but the flash wasn't there.