Who am I, standing here all alone
On the darkside of the doorway...

What is a cherished feeling?
- A lone and cruel device...

It is written in the bone
A long forgotten tale...

The dark fire awakens
When flames are cast away...

Kilo's of junk
Standing along the way...

A thought down the drain
Leisurely dipping it through...

Fear is a failure
Hope is a sin...

Tears slip unseen
Words are sharp...

I woke up and cried
For the world has died...

It is a fine frenzy
The hums of a daily life...

I place butterfly kisses on your remains
Trailing my fingers along your veins...

It is no longer a nightmare
It has never been a dream...