When did you feel the need to distance me,
from everything- everything you saw...

A king and a queen,
the ideally perfect team...

It's a knife that will not quit,
As the blood splats onto the marble flooring...

If the death note is what is found,
Then what is truly gone...

Dream
I was an angel and I was in a tree at the beach...

Hands are steady,
Nothing feels real anymore...

Trapped down with gravity am I,
Though you are soaring free as a bird...

There must be an escape,
up, down, left, right...

The sun hides behind your chest,
The sky behind your eyelids...

The one that was never in the pictures,
The one that could find a way to keep distance...

People will always have expectations of us,
we can never change that...

You are a blessing from above,
Your hands hold mine in prayer...