Bright and sparkling eyes,
Mesmerizing, like little fire flies...

As I walked home,
From a long day at work...

Here I sit,
on the edge of the Earth...

He used to sit there,
in an awkward cube of glass...

I looked up
and saw...

So this is how I end,
burning with a hectic glow...

There,
in the heap...

Rising in a vortex of smoke,
leaving behind this ashen heart...

In that dark alley,
when I called out...

Coming in through the window,
the darkness illuminates the room...

When I see that photograph,
I see a genuine smile...

It was the last thing,
that belonged to her...