Nothing felt right
But nothing was wrong...

He traced the veins
that patterned my hand...

A pinch of anxiety
A dash of despair...

I had
many a times...

Every brick was black
The paintings pale...

Early spring
Just before summer...

Bombs over Iraq
Blasts on the roof...

The summer air
The midnight sky...

It burns doesn't it
Really turns doesn't it...

All her life
on her honor...

If you were the flower of a garden
You would be the sadness and joy of my heart...

He destroyed my humanity
And I destroyed my sanity...