May I have your attention, please?
What I have to say perhaps shall matter...

All these words that i have wrote
will never be good enough for you...

1:48 A.M.
So easily I've slipped down...

My heart is black and blue
i guess a card is in order...

Ashes flutter upon the walls of hell;
snowy white and harvest orange...

Superstition and reality,
they force me to write these words...

Tears spatter against window panes
as the clouds cry out against injustice...

The rain's not falling anymore,
we're too damn close the July's end...

Oh, these lavender walls are closing in...
you don't see them, but I do...

Soft
like the spot...

Hypocrite
why do you keep talking...

There is true beauty
in these tumbling red leaves...