High seas, broken masts,
Sail ripped into shreds...

We go slowly, slowly down,
Deeper dug into the grave...

Crying a million tears,
Trying to understand...

The stark white ringbarked forest,
Reflects the heat of the hot gold rush at noon...

Pitiful stomach,
Built strong...

Go away.
You've screwed things up enough...

Clinging.
Gasping...

Love like no other.
I won't leave without a fight...

Turning point,
Where my feet meet a dead end...

My body has no feeling anymore.
I can’t feel...

Fine tuning the points,
Re assessing who I am...

Stepping into the real world,
I can't accept myself...