I'm not little,
and I'm not pride...

As doubt rushed me over,
you watched the last piece...

I want to breathe you in
like a drug in the air...

Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...

Of ashes and soil
of flesh and bone...

A natural fluctuation
in the air...

I have told you that you are my sun;
never have I thought I'd be doomed...

I want to write more poetry,
more of you, of words that ryhme...

Keep your torch on fire
fairy of the light...

Sallow lights,
foggy skies...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...

On my soul
my darkest secrets...