I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet...

I walked in the woods today,
through the bronze and golden leaves...

I wonder if she knew. . .
That it felt like being tortured...

When ravens met upon the roof
And started singing to the night...

I'd have wished upon a star
if I thought it'd help...

She sighed in prose
And wept in silence...

There's something
in the finality of it...

Heavy hearts
are truthful ones...

I thought I knew Hell,
Although I really...

I want to scream,
So loud...

She's the fabric
of my universe...

I went to church
and sobbed, the echo's...