Parched
his throat is dry...

Moving with the BEAT
the rythym...

These tears of fire,
are burning my face...

We are only colors
White,blue,orange or pink...

*To all my friends and everyone who feels like...
Today i am beat...

Don't turn your back on me,
when i am blind and cannot see...

Her tears
tumble down her cheeks...

The world is corrupted
teeming with lies...

See past my playfull smile
see my secret unease...

The wind carries her voice back to me,
echoing the quotes and morales she lived by...

This empty Hallway,
speaks to me of quiet desperation...

Watching the lights as they grow near,
I steal myself preparing for the worst...