On this graveyard hill,
the fireworks reserved...

When I was
Down, down, down...

Walls like tomatoes,
Shelves of books, I'm wrapped in...

You, yes, you
are the only thing...

Find me a place where true hearts rest.
Alone, but not lonesome, in finery dressed...

A lifetime of brevity-
the flicker before...

If patience is a virtue,
If sloth is a sin...

A string of words?
Yes, and what I see...

This is me,
with my love and fear of the quiet...

This isn't about
Am I Capable...

Who was there, and why is it okay?
But not for me...

It's dark out and my alarm clock is beeping.
I scramble to the foot of my bed to silence it...