People are so easily forgotten.
They are the imprint left by a flower between two...

There is no definite,
only the vain ability to be almost sure...

Understand
This...

Still nothing in an abyss
Of what never was...

I'm pretty sure I want the pieces of you to fade
like tiny grains of sand...

As if
You...

Run run as fast as you can
no matter what they tell you...

In the glory
I did Fall...

This is the beat
that stops the heart...

Same image again,
pressure building in my chest...

You never looked as beautiful as you do now,
sobbing to be saved...

Solitude
the rushing torment...