dirs to my beau

a girl's message to her lover

these things I do despise

hypocrisy and lies

and anything at all

that dims the light

in little children's eyes

how did we come to this

from love and tawdry bliss?

we barely speak

there's no respect

or kindness left

to share among the ruins

cast on the walls

we scattered

the ghosts of all

the words been thrown

the corpses rotted

no more finding your way

by her