Hail is spatting into your own space
You still feel like a cold disgrace...

So many promises in one day
Even quicker melts away...

Unconscious fever
Stop burning my heart so deeply...

On the corners of my heart
Lies the bitter stains of my confusion...

When I crawl into you
I feel a little bit lighter...

The fingers on my one hand bleeding
Trembling around a dagger of glass...

The lover could not talk
Speak about the storm inside...

It is clamping me around my throat
The oath that I fear more than often...

Ironic that the wind would blow harder
On the day you threw up in my lap...

Against my skin plash the wetness below
Waters which are made up of tears...

You
I recognize it this time...

I am a broken river washed ashore
The heart I adored is now like dust...