It's alright, sunshine,
it's just a little piece of tomorrow...

Poor sad girl
sits alone in the window...

Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...

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

Attention to detail
in a white washed, smoothed out room...

Hurtling through the air,
slicing jacknife through...

Play your games in memory wells,
sandboxes and stories filtering through the...

Once upon a time,
in a land of misery and pain...

From you i try to hide
what you call my beautiful eyes...

The sun always peeks out from behind the clouds
and most people would like that...

Frustration
she needs somebody...

Little house of mirrors
reflects a thousand times...