Not that you could decipher what I have to say

From the growl of a pit comes a starving man.
Full to the burst yet with nothing at hand.
Silently waiting for his last hopeless stand.

Through every disaster; He sees the perfect disguise;
Hiding in turmoil through a weary one's eyes.

Broken down into peices in which he will never fit;
Bleeding lingers; Still sore; From where Misery bit.
Held to the candle on a dark nightt's kiss;

Calling out for freedom; his eyes do break;
With the telling of each story; where lies his mistakes.
But of which that he needs; he only wants what he takes.

Stale to the heart;
Stained as a fool;
Thoughtful to the mind;
But only known as cruel.

Raw to the brain;
Bold only to you
To claim his own fame;
With nothing to do.

Truth to the walls;
Sounds to the floor;
Carved in pencil;
Crying "forever more."

Insane to the thought;
Desire to the veins;
Holding up his fortune;
Reciting his pain.

So without any warning;
And a small bid Adiu;
My Darling; My lover;
.If.You.Only.Knew.