Wish i could figure out
Why you cry, why you pout...

I slit my wrist and watch them bleed
feeling all the pain from my need...

The wind whips around me, my breathing starts to...
Please say you'll never let go...

The Last prisoner
these last few weeks have been cold and grey...

Whisper my words on the wind so softly, hoping...
Every line so carefully placed... so carefully do...

Pleasant thoughts are all that form
Inside and out they make me warm...