I look down this endless dark hallway.
so many doors...

The wind.
What is the wind to me...

I used to lay here in pain.
Brought by love...

I've lost myself again.
Disconnected...

I begin to write these words of power.
Standing here, on my flaming tower...

We exist among you,
numbering few...

This is a small poem
for you to enjoy...

I hate how I mess up so much.
For every single thing I touch...

I want you to know.
That I love you...

All the evil in this world.
I've seen so much...

A thing of the present, not the past.
A thing that I really hope will last...

Your hair,
waterfalls of amber...