Here it comes,
this is the daybreak...
Nothing is
Ever...
soften your gaze, i beg you; i know why you’re
here with fists still trembling, and your heart...
We can't go back to the
way it was, maybe because...
It is late,
too late for me to close my eyes and sleep...
a songbird cries, and the dull ache of
loneliness creeps in like an assassin...
I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...
There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog...
I'll answer to any name they wish to call me-
Within a world of voices...
I've always felt I was fire.
In certain circumstances I would burn...
I think I'd rather be liked than known
And I know myself so much less than I should...
The vicious truth has now been exposed in the open...
travelling vastly through the great vine...