Cold like beaten iron
without any feelings of remorse...

Spiral Bound:
My spiral bound notebook...

Compelled and driven by
your bleeding obsessiveness...

The passages of time
have ravished the once...

Yesterdays and yesteryears good
grace has long been gone...

The summer sun will
each year plunder our autumn...

Daily battles that have no cause,
leaving deep and bitter scars...

Take a look
closely at your life...

Crimson skies in the twilight.
Please tell me is this...

Your heart still does lock me out.
Am I dead to you...

Spewing out words that do not fit,
often ponder about your wits...

In Utter Despair:
Words I wish to utter...