There's nothing like describing
something that can't be explained...

Cheers to this life of mine
that I wish would wither thin...

All the prayers
I whispered...

There is that familiar sickness
climbing up my throat and chest...

Everyday I watched him,
making sure no one saw...

There's a box,
Of knives laying...

Blessing not what we undo,
and so I sit...

When there is no one Else
When there is no one else...

One touch could start thy fireworks,
and I'd watch them in the sky...

The stars and the moon,
and my violent cold breath...

.. Forever...
Your memories are with me...

I've picked needles from my skin
and i've tortured myself, cold...