I saw my mother struggle
with the tears that filled her eyes...

I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I'm destruction and anguish
A thing to be feared...

I desire vengeance
an atonement for the sin...

What made us hungry for our own destruction?
A strange disease that makes us lose our function...

The numbness spreads
from heart to head...

If you take out all the anger
And you lay it on your skin...

I'm full of the fear of regret
So I give up on things I could get...

Slight separation from reality
Unnoticed, yet it effectively...

The match scrapes across the box
Setting wood aflame...

The edge of the world is close to my house
I go there on walks quite often...

Spinning years consume the air
And age comes creeping to my bed...