Trust not tomorrow's whisper
Though the tree fondly become a little crisper...

Hunted night to the day
A word, a whisper, a phrase to say...

Truth be told of this night
A faded start, no more light...

All around
Everywhere, everywhere they are...

A whisper of what was
The mystic of because...

Sitting at the computer
In the library block...

A box of truths
Sitting on the window sill...

All I can see are those baby blues
Sparkling in the fading day...

When I cannot see anymore
When I cannot make another stand...

-_-_- For the people who broke me and made me feel...
Will you know that I am dead...

The dust of eve
Fades with the light...

A beautiful massacre
Of life once acknowledged...