So quiet
So cold...

Desolate room
No doors, windows, or anyway to escape...

Another day at the hospital
Her arm stitched up and her face dry from tears...

You have yet to count the scars on my veins
but you warn me of death's fingertips, though I...

A year to this day
How long did it take...

One brush stroke at a time
Different colors, black and white...

This is the end
I can see it coming...

One big beauty contest
In this life it's scary to be alive...

For all the strength needed to breathe
I have wasted it all on insanity...

Can you see them?
They are so visible now...

Soft whispers, behold the truth
I hear you and I feel your presence...

The city lights shouldn't be allowed to shine
With your eyes so cloudy...