Let the fires rage,
Let the floods swell...

I'm sick of peoples problems,
Don’t you know, Ive got my own...

AUTHORS NOTES: OK i know this isn't technically a...
--S-S...

Frayed, crumpled papers drift in darkness,
Showing pictures of love, thrown down in hate...

The fire dies, Now only ashes,
Are scattered across her lips, Not pure...

This path that we found,
Uncertain as sand...

The tides of depression,
Wash over my soul...

We raise up our heads,
For the morning sun...

You wish that you could see,
The despair thats always hidden...

Sitting on the deck,
On a late winter night...