Ashes will always be ashes,
Dust is nothing but dust,
Laughs can turn to tears,
Purity will always become lust.
These are some of the things,
That I and everyone know,
Like the meowing of a kitten,
And the flight of a crow.
Hugs may turn to fists,
Whispers drowned out in the screams,
The night fades away to day,
And nightmares may become dreams.
When I look into the mirror,
I see someone I never knew,
Someone who‘s changed,
Someone different and new.
Blood is always blood red,
Except when its blood blue,
Remember, some day’s you're the pigeon,
Others you're the statue.