Shadowed moonlight glows,
As beauty turns to ashes...

Silent tears,
And unheard screams...

Life's rain is pouring down on you,
As you're drowning in yourself on land...

I guess you can say
I was popular before...

A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...

The old memories,
Seem to not want to go away...

Warm me with your fingers,
and let the delicate roughness...

Winter breeze lingers,
Painting delicate colors...

If you wanna find me
I'll be in a corner, my eyes closed...

Flipping open the butterfly
Placing the blade to my skin...

Met you just a week ago,
And I find it kinda impossible...

When I was walking up them stairs
Up to the basketball court...