What happened to the days
when we danced in the lake...

My rage doesn't always blossom
Sometimes it shuffles to the surface...

Counting the cracks in the floor
I'm forced to look at my splintered hands...

She wants to feel
she makes it bleed...

Pull up my sleeves
Stare into my eyes...

Waves of eternity
songs of a melody...

I am the flower that blooms in winter
I am the train that ran off its track...

I'm sick of the windows; I'm sick of the light
The walls are closing in and...

He held sword high
through the blistering fight...

On daddy's farm
the clouds hang high...

The book falls apart in her hands
As sirens fade into the distance...

I am the girl
who cursed every day...