In this hollow dwelling I tremble
As the pieces of me disassemble...

The clock spins back and forth
And for what its worth...

Broken red lipstick
Draws a cracked heart on my bed...

A delicate beauty
Armed with a dangerous mind...

The things that seem so little
Are the same that feel so large...

In blinding tears
Lock the door...

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

Dear Murderer
You know your name...

For hours I waited
Holding the phone...

The hear stops
where brain feels...

Guardian's eyes
Black, with death...

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