The figure looms overhead
With its foreboding bronze...

She slams the cork in the bottle
Erasing each word on the crumpled page...

How I curse the sea
that makes me half of a whole...

How i cursed so many people before
how i hated myself, him, her and you...

I am raging in a box of blue.
I am feeding on cardboard and following...

I'm sick of the windows; I'm sick of the light
The walls are closing in and...

I am the flower that blooms in winter
I am the train that ran off its track...

I am the girl
who cursed every day...

I don't know
What it's like...

I love the world when I cannot see the lines in...
When everyone is young and beautiful...

The ring of thunder
is all that I hear...

Tracing Her sillouhette in the mirror
With each bloody finger...