The flash of the blade
The feel of the edge...

The shock
The pain...

We both said hurtful things
We both said we love each other...

The glimmering of the light
On the myriad of crystals...

Here I stand
On the hill...

A gentle wisp
A quiet touch...

Our story starts in a Northern Colorado town
In a tiny mall that takes less than an hour to...

Drip Drip
The poison begins to swell...

The voices chanting
Echoing from the bottle...

The ticking engine
Quiet and cool breeze...

The breaking rock
The slowing stream...

They came out of the woodwork
Eating away, killing the life...