A faintly bold apparition in the fog
This clever piece of man...

He ripped a heart from a swollen chest
Beat me down to nothing more...

So loving, yet lacked
So loved, yet lacking...

When the pen runs out of ink
I simply jam it in my arm...

I never heard words so softly spoken
But should I have been afraid...

The world stands still
And the wind holds its breath...

I'm writing a book that no one will read
with a cover made of wax...

For Lura
I have to ask what color she sees...

We'll stare at the TV
and start to cry...

As the sun sets
And I question its existence...

Today is the day you'll know what it's like
To have your hands ripped off...

From plastic hearts
To other lives...