The blood seeps
from the cracks in the mirror...

Oh, I pray, please give me the power
in this, my most desperate, despondent...

When the waves are placid
and lucid eyes burn bright...

Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...

Nothing is as lonely as church bells echoing,
hanging hollow in the cold, gray March air...

I tasted autumn tonight
though it's only the middle of summer...

PROVERB I
Attach oneself not...

Empty glasses and
blank tv screen...

There is no God or devil
battling for my mortal soul...

I stand in the middle of nowhere
staring at the autumn moon...

Traveling down life's highway,
roadlines reflected off car windows...

It burns the heart, chills the soul,
so damn hard to shake these blues...