Doesn't your conscience
eat away at your soul...

Your eyes,
they match your mothers...

Pink.
Soft...

Trust me.
He lingers...

Smoke billows smoothly,
From Kirsten's mouth...

She kneels to the ground.
As if moments away...

You're gone.
I miss you...

At midnight,
The glass bathes the concrete...

The planks stood
In exulted glory...

Defeated Dignity.
Paled, she lie...

Look into the eyes,
Of that one...

"Dear Lord"
She said...