I see you, you reach for me
You touch me softly, inside me you creep...

Hark ye, into the slumber deep
Dark angel of the dreary night...

Comes the icy winds of change
Clashing down on me like thunder...

I live... I die
In between I cry...

[I woke up feeling kind of sick...]
My head is sore, my stomach aches...

The moon has dipped its crest into the ripples of...
As shooting stars kick the dust from the celestial...

The twisted spirals curved in the sky
Among the thunder of the storm...

I'm just letters pure and simple, upon this vacant...
Twisted to accommodate what you want me to be...

Reaching in the cavity, the heart is pulled away
Twisted up in misery within it's own decay...

I was sitting at my computer
Really late one night...

She sits upon the cushion of a lonely chair
Among the pretty things she used to treasure...

Inside a shop on Willow street
You may stop and chance to meet...