April came with a gentle breeze and a common disease.
I hoped for a better life but I fall with ease.
I have failed and let regret take certain dreams away.
My blind heart always leads the way.

Sometimes I want to let go and start all over again.
April air builds in my lungs as I wait for it to begin.
I need proof that reality is in my hands and exists.
This time I wont reach with drained wrists.

There is a beauty in tempting fate.
I’ll never believe in myself until I get this straight.
April lingers while flowers die around me.
I’ll drown in the spring air until leaves fall from the trees.

I wake up to the calendar screaming for attention.
I cross out another day as I feel the tension.
My eyes close as the window lets in a blinding light.
April will end, the fire will begin and I will disappear into the night.

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