Wet, helpless love soars beneath the thick smog,
Crying out for truth, yet understanding the agony
Eyes glare through the death of natural growth,
Waiting for the prety to be alone; they embrace...
He kisses the scars upon her thin neck;
Caressing the past misery, watching the silent grey
The sound of footsteps and fallen leaves opens a new page in life's journal...
"Run."
A trigger is pulled,
one man stands...
The pedals fall from the withered tree...again...and again.
