I am used to the wind filling in
the cracks of doors and insisting...
eating birds, wings all bones and
feathers like they were meant...
Sweet Angela Christine,
Little sister from above...
~A~
~tear...
Sober in a rainy day
as if ever wasn't...
The fall of a hero
A bow to an unimaginable zero...
Remember, remember in grade five
Smiling and carefree, you arrived...
Every now and then i look up at the sky,
and ask my dad why'd he have to die...
Life is for the young at heart,
For the old have lived their dreams...
There's a secret Forrest
Within my mind...
Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...
You are now lost to me!
And yet I am back to the grind...