I thought I saw you look at me,
I thought I saw you stare...

*Written about a tarot card called Death, card...
A slithered moon...

Birds are singing,
in silver trees...

The floor is hard,
I'm sinking into it...

These scars still bleed, they never heal,
my life is fake, my death is real...

Excluded, what a word.
One in which appears to re-occur in my life...

I can never go home,
I wouldn't know where to go...

Through the fog, through the mist,
I can see you...

As I sit alone on the floor,
I watch my wrists as the blood pours...

Fire Fire,
You are my knight...

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

Breathing my fears,
drinking my tears...