Tell me right now what it will take
for you to admit that we are walking...

Watching you walk away with my heart
destroyed me more than you will ever know...

The white light of grief is blinding,
I can no longer stand the pain...

If I begged and if I cried,
would you take back my heart...

My tears splash onto the blank canvas
of my already scarred skin...

Autumn wind rushes
between summer and winter...

Death March-
dragged mercilessly by our tired bodies...

I know these feelings are absurd,
but without their existence...

Blossoming flower
emerging into beauty...

Bluebirds in the clouds,
warm rain speaking with sunshine...

Do you ever feel like giving up?
Like the pencil has no point...

A bitter fresh memory
is aching more than ever...