I view the world differently,
I watch everything in a way many won't understand...

A strand finer than thought,
A thread thr caliber of nothing...

Labyrinth of the bitter and the sweet,
of the ripe seasons before the harvest...

I will not look away,
let the hatred eat my heart to death...

Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay...

I sit,
waiting nothing to give birth to peace of heart...

As lights vanished,
dark took control of the place...

It was her last words
painful...

My life is a snail trail of brokenness
where my dreams thirst for company of winds...

To soon I say,
for such a great friend to be on your way...

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

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