Your hair,
waterfalls of amber...

Here I lay in this black pool
My heart and stomach lurches...

I've lost myself again.
Disconnected...

In this torrential downpour,
In this gray city...

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...

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