The Scribbled lines, penned and signed on colder...
Intertwine, A gossamer and shimmering web of hurt...

The luxury of raindrops
Against my burning skin...

The sound of scratching pencils echoes throughout...
Insignificant, but some scratches mean more than...

I posess sight, yet I am blind
Legally sane with a chaotic mind...

One thousand whispers that suddenly, steeply
Slip from my lips, could never compare...

Some days, I wake up
With sunlight wrapped around my shoulders...

I am exhausted with this sickness
That I have hidden deep within the catacombs...

Fluttering
Light and frothy...

This drunken dream of red petals
and black satin ribbons...

It was the last day on earth
And all the trees were bleeding...

Yes, the world will still spin without You.
But it will be a little darker...

I Only hear you when you're silent
For that's when you speak volumes...