With the petals breathed in close
Until the blooms tickled his nose...

Deep, buried inside
Are shadows where it lies...

Burn burn
Fighting in the ashes...

Strumming to the beat of the devil's war drums
Almost exciting, this downward spiral...

Life is such an enigma
What can we possibly compare it to, but to itself...

I'm gazing out the window
The water trickling down...

No one needs to be alone
Not now at least...

I am a stranger
I creep about at night...

He sits on the streets
With a hand round his head...

Stalking a shadow
A shadow of yourself...

I can see your face
Just as it was that night...

Turn each sodden page
Then as the ink begins to dry...