Ash blends with the breeze,
As it blows through the trees...

Because bruises heal,
And memories don't...

You make fun of her,
Then you turn around...

On swift wings,
Death doth travel...

Im addicted to the way he smells;
To the way his heart beats...

The earth.
The flames...

As I look upon,
The frost bitten ground...

You asked me once,
A long time ago...

Surrounded by the living,
I am dead...

The School.
A place all fear...

Dear daughter,
Dear daughter...

The day is dark and the night is light.
People are in the streets...