Desolation, he was
One of those rare bittersweets...

Like a fair little trade
On a bare summer's day...

Words can kill no matter what they say
They break the bed on which I lay...

Elusive, forever hiding
Dark tunnels...

Majestic beauty, secretly hiding
And deceiving the world...

The sound of your voice pushes me on
I keep going, even though you're gone...

Opening my mouth wide
And wrapping my lips around...

Stolen converses and ripped up telephone lines
The warnings, the tickets, and meaningless fines...

Smash the angel wings
And bring us into darkness...

An ax wound to the head
My addiction has been fed...

I walk through the halls
Of my own private prison...

Hiding beneath the trees of hate
Underneath the lie we have named fate...