Broken down by bombs-
A brigade of circumstance...

Close the box up
Tuck in the corners...

Cross your Ts, and dot your Is
There's no escaping now...

They killed me so long ago,
With an accidental poison...

Look into my eyes
See the happiness within...

Hold on tight
Hide under your blanket...

Pretty things coming close
Like snowflakes floating down...

Hidden inside the pain,
Is a happiness impossible to explain...

She fell outside his door
Down on the pavement, hard...

Bruised Breast
Quiet this quivering beat...

This flower, you watch it bloom
But does anyone stay to see it rot...

The pain by your hands
Chiseled in like engraved thoughts...