I bet my life that there is nothing I can do
to make you love me again...

I take this box of chalk
and begin to colour the pavements...

The ironic fact of a safety pin
is that it comforts my inner pain...

You broke into my heart
with your crowbar of perseverance...

Temptation tastes so sweet
as it pulls me even closer to the edge...

Take down my dream-catcher and give it away,
for I am now sleeping in Heavenly peace...

Sometimes this pen takes a grip of my hand
and the ink won't let go of my heart...

What is it that you want from me
that makes you torture me so...

Winter is finally over,
yet blood remains in the snow...

You are back with him again,
back with the monster that stole my entire...

Lost in the moment of thoughts of my secret...
I fantasise of having nothing left to live for...

Anger punches me fiercely in the gut,
as I realise just how much evil is always...