Squinting my eyes to see,
All that’s in front of me...

Each word you’ve just said has carved half...
Sitting in a dark room...

Paint me a canvas, to show your soul,
Write me a symphony hun, before you get old...

Pale eyes glisten with sorrow,
And look to the floor...

How did it come to this?
Seems I’ve forgotten...

Final Straw.
The sun breaks the window; shards of light hit the...

No windows,
No light...

I’m an artist,
A creative outlet...

She runs through my dreams,
And haunts all my thoughts...

A hole to release it just might be too surreal...
Lost in thought, and lost in time...

As purple clouds drift overhead,
Peaceful dreams of living dead...

If I could take all of the pain away, you know I...
I keep saying that I definitely would if I could...