Cover my eyes
I don't want to see...

So this is the tide
So this is the sound...

"Broken lips
Mouth filled with blood...

I remember hate
I remember pain...

How can you just stand there
bear the weight of your own meaning...

I lay back
On my back...

What is it
Child...

So its the wind calling
Outside these walls...

Oh the coldness
Gripping my throat...

Pale like the memories
that lie forgotten...

So in the sand
i drew a picture...

Can it be possible
To forget what it is to be...