When I was a child my
Father's back was broad...

In the Eye of the Storm
I will live...

The Life after
Nothing...

The Life outside
Senses...

The Life inside
Warm...

Slow suffocation with the deepest breaths,
Searing pain in the empty euphoria...

We used to sit and talk
About this, that, the other...

How your deep, blue eyes
Gaze into mine...

"I'm my own worst enemy."
That's what my actions say to me...

I did not know him very well
When the angels bore him away...

I haven't known you
For very long...

People say that I look at the world
Through rose colored glasses...