I'm so sick of hearing love songs,
so sick of missing you...

This poem is dedicated to my new friend...
There's a secret world beyond your pale eyes...

Dancing around in thin air,
this script I did not write...

Fire Fire,
You are my knight...

Grey brick walls,
and a dirty ground...

At 4 in the morning,
she stares at the fire...

Thoughts of death,
sink into bone...

Feelings of sickness,
lying awake...

Birds are singing,
in silver trees...

I'm lying still,
as my world spins round...

I'm like a peaceful bubble,
flowing in the wind of life...

I feel a void so spacious,
like candy's tasteless...