We're the Ones to Suffer...

Unwritten pages scattered
Lonely nights condense
Interlude of sadness
Thrown in my hands
Silent awakenings die
Kindly factors aren't alive
Sorrow feels these bones
Regret tingles through it all
I'm sorry whispers in my head
I screwed up was never said
Black would be the color
If I had a heart
It dispersed into flames
Burned to ashes from the start
Went away with wind
No longer to speak its mind at all