Forgotten cigarette left beside the ashtray
Unwanted. Slowly begins to consume itself...

The exquisite words
Painted by a fervor passion...

Swarthy crows persist on shadowing her at night
Closed eyes, alabaster tears of melancholy run...

A Black rose is about to die
Should you try and save her, or let her dry...

"Do you love me", she once asked
I didn't have the words, there were none...

Has anyone ever told you, to blindly follow your...
When everything seems to be... so wrong and...

Stop telling me i have to forget
but show me how to forget her...

Words can lift you up into the night
they can give anything...

They boom into your head, loud as thunder
You try, but you can not escape them...

There goes that child again
Trudging alone down the dim streets...

The number of unanswered questions increase...
My mind saturated, but they keep on coming...

Once again, here I am, walking down this avenue
The one that leads to the beach...our beach...