One late night last year in May;
May the twenty-third...

She stood and looked down at the sea
Decision made in count of three...

There in the back deep depths of my mind
Lies a woodpecker tapping...

Get out of my heart; get out of my brain
I need you to leave me...

Though I may be young
and innocent in self...

I tried to be passive and throw up my wall
say, "No men shall pass,&quot...

Sing, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark...

Help me please - I'm all alone
I'm trapped inside this hole...

I'm just the dust on the clock
rarely shined, left so grey...

The circles get darker and wider to see
fatigue is my mistress...

Set aside a rose for me
upon the dusty shelf...

She grasped the edge and pulled on up
her fingers bloody stained...