People
like us...

Words can't simply heal, act as an
elixir able to guarantee a perfect love...

Sitting alone out in the cold
Begging for a speck of hope to hold...

His dreams are no longer inspiring
or driving, for he doesn't have a heartbeat...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...

This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

At times, I just want to get out of here.
This place has memories, where I sinned...

You drafted my heart -
you trailed from my train...

I don't accept you for who you are.
I throw you in the trash...

I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...

Satan's hand greets me
his work highly overwhelming...