I would cry a thousand tears for those whom I have...
But my worn tearducts are empty of water...

Running over the same old ground,
Each footstep leaves a shadow...

Light another cigarette
And watch the sunlight flower...

Nothing swims fluidly through my mind,
I know I am finally drained...

Gleam, gleam my toxic blade,
Reveal yourself from this Cliche...

Why is it that every morning,
You have to wake 'up' not 'down...

In darkness, you are still with me,
Filling every dream with care...

Once upon a winter's day,
I came upon a book...

Lonely, silently he sits,
patient and still, he utters not a sound...

Today I'm caged - my wings are clipped,
In a prison of my own creation...

On that new dawns breeze
I looked for you...

Forgiveness unto those
Upon dependence and cruelty...