To know that it is nearing
despite loving you so...

Affixed to myself,
I would not remove my hand...

I stare at this match,
its red tip - the color of my love for you...

A despondent cry blares from my eyes,
pleading "Help me...

I stare at the sharp silver edges
directly in the path I'm headed...

You are my guiding angels.
You are my shining lights...

Anger in its rawest state:
destruction when I am irate...

Mine is a face better kept hidden.
A screen, a wall, a roof, the darkness...

This despicable monster lives inside me,
engorging itself on my lifeblood...

There is a time in the past
you will look back on...

I'm glad that it's a secret --that your words fill...
and that you haven't seemed to notice the fake...

A million questions on my mind, their answers lead...
I never thought, that day we met, that you would...