I whisk away the dreams of days
gone far beyond my grasp...

Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...

Tearing through my heart,
Ripping me apart...

I should've known the path you'd take
that you would run right over me...

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

Where does it leave me
if you aren't here? just...

I had a lapse in judgment.
My vision was askew...

How many goodbyes does it take to break a heart?
How many lost loves can fully tear someone apart...

A tendril of smoke rises from your cigarette;
two fingers loosely grasp the butt, and you...

It's hard to swallow, truth is.
It must be a defect...

Empty here, without your eyes
--Broken, and it's no surprise...

I envy thee to no content
of what sense has revealed...