Closer than a shooting star
but farther than the rain...

I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back...

Staring in the mirror
tears run down her face...

I miss you like the morning sun
so warm upon my skin...

You left with every scar
every pain unerased...

The day you left
The day I died...

She closed her eyes, and said goodnight
as thunder rolled throughout the sky...

My hearts crawling around inside my body
and my minds spinning around...

As my own flesh and blood
rise against my individuality...

Dear diary
these are my last words...