Poppies lay where once i fought
and lost many a friend and foe...

The ghosts of the road torment me,
Whispering, circling around my head...

What would you do
If i gave up my life...

I'm walking.
but my feet are glued to the ground...

My Heart, My Divine,
My reason for life...

Mascara weeps a charred tear,
There must be a better place...

I can last hours
Without dreaming of you now...

Living in a cloud of smoke
My lungs are black and raw...

I never made a tear on your pillow.
But my mascara probably still soils the sheets...

Curled up like a fetus, without
The protection of her mother's womb...

Like two cars
That pass...

Just like a flame burning deep into night,
Or like the sun, which burns for the day...