Aspiring to be picturesque,
A photo of perfection that imagination projects...

See those lights? Along that path?
That’s the road to follow...

I hold my knife against my skin,
Quivering I begin to stick it in...

Hearing the bottle
Glide off the shelf...

Blur it now,
Lock me in...

One bad day proceeded by
A bad life...

Loneliness is my only friend,
Always there for me...

A void inside,
Dark and twisted...

I’m not awake.
Although my heart is beating...

Sitting with you,
We are alone...

The moment the bell breaks.
That the love has grown cold...

[Eyes so blue you could get lost in their depths...
You reach, probingly, through my glazed windows...