Dirty machines
a whitewash of information...

Pale skin
sunken eyes...

Dying
a love so strong that i can't even make it thru...

Winding down
the past is over...

The pain remains the same
it will not quiet down...

I need it...
with passion lost to the wind...

Screaming inside
pain rushing beneath my skin...

The minutemen in wars of time
pay our pensive acts...

Through this life, i see cold stars in your eyes...
feel my eyes gaze upon your heart, suffering. hear...

Your heart is free
wild and forever untamed...

Punctured and rotten,
deflated and black...

She lies there, inside glass,
curtains blinding the summer sun...