A Box Full Of Sharp Objects.
With a smile on my face I lay me down to sleep...

Wake The Dead.
Swallow me whole with those chapped lips of yours...

Hearing voices tonight.
His hands so soft about my skin...

Hug me (Let down by the let down)
Developing within my feeble mind what could but...

Perfectly Imperfect.
Tracing time with petty fingers...

Stitches And Tape.
Prayers heal the broken...

And, time will heal when time goes on.
As tears roll down from my softly lit face...

Shadowed reflections lit upon my face,
etching tattoo's upon my palish skin...

Pocahontas.
Made out as perfection...

And you can stare me down with those gorgeous...
beat me with those roughened, dry-skinned hands of...

Hanging By A Thread.
So calm you'd think depressed...

The water drips about the cave- clanking onto my...
Eek, Eek...