He watches from his pedestal
What can he say or do...

A faintly bold apparition in the fog
This clever piece of man...

Today is the day you'll know what it's like
To have your hands ripped off...

As the sun sets
And I question its existence...

We'll stare at the TV
and start to cry...

For Lura
I have to ask what color she sees...

I'm writing a book that no one will read
with a cover made of wax...

The world stands still
And the wind holds its breath...

I never heard words so softly spoken
But should I have been afraid...

Do you hear me
when i cry...

So loving, yet lacked
So loved, yet lacking...

When I look into the mirror it seems I am cut into...
I never can tell which side is responsible, which...