From afar I saw her,
face lit like sun...

Helpless thoughts
hanging in my mind...

It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...

I know she will do it,
anytime from now, not sure when...

In life,
What kind of Art are you...

There was something about you,
that kept me thinking much...

I will gather every tear you ever shade
bathe in it for my soul to be cleansed...

For thy presence from me has departed,
and your spirit in me has grown cold as ice...

Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...

The sunset paints my feelings
While the sky reflection represent my inner self...

It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...

My skin is covered by a map,
where it lead I sure don't...