She appeared once more,
Showing her white thin face...

Always there, watching your every move,
Following you, but you don't know...

I know you're there,
I can sense you...

I
Have...

For everything in one's life
just becomes too much...

They started off as pretty pictures
flowers, trees you and me...

The shadow approaches,
The train glides by...

So many thoughts,
In my head...

Crimson tears, from your wrists
drip down to the page...

That Sunday
it came...

I touch the keys
lightly at first...

I watch with a steady gaze
shadows upon the wall...