I walked along the beach, that night
the sky painted, with colors so bright...

When the cuts form on my wrists
and the blood spills from my lips...

Walking through the city
watching lives turn to pity...

The place i once called home
is now where i feel all alone...

The day i told you
things would have to change...

To my Adam may i be his Eve
to my Adam may i be something of worth...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

His voice
accenting dirty words...

Falling
free falling...

Do you even remember me?
when you look what do you see...

She sat and cried
her face in her hands...

The shining light upon their faces
the way they feel as if in their places...