In this place that she calls home
She is a stranger...

It's like driving down the dark and winding road
Far past your bedtime...

Harmonize with me
Slow like your breathing...

I didn't want to scream
And I didn't want to cry...

A black hole like a sun
An empy space devoid of life...

I've bled a thousand times before
Yet it has never stung like now...

Cremated senses, I burn
Awaiting the fiery unknown...

5:00 sharp
And the city stands...

Clouds, on an April day
Thick and forming quickly...

How eyes flutter
Through prisms of glass...

Rainbow colors
Upside down...

Functioning on empty,
I burn...slowly, yes, I burn...