Picking at the scab,
To leave behind a scar...

You remain hidden
Glimpses caught here and there...

What is death?
We do not know...

I hold it nervously
Awkward at best...

Time, like sand, just blows away
Don't waste it looking back...

She lays in the grass,
And stares at the moon...

Tears are falling down like rain
Landing on my window pane...

I do not have
A guiltless soul...

Cut to the bone,
Drowning in rage...

I watched him walk away
Thought he might return...

May you fall in love with everything
You swear you now despise...

Striving everyday,
Struggling to be free...