Take a breath...
Wait it out...

Break me into pieces,
Tear me down...

Alone in the land of green.
No one coming to my rescue...

The thought of a quick death,
And a needle in my hand...

I miss the Autumn.
The transition between life...

I'm ready to fall,
Standing on this high ledge...

You hide in the shadows...
Letting your grave call to you...

Bandages across my fingertips,
Blood drips from lips...

The wind blows,
and with it goes my memories...

She died.
And because of her death I sit here...

You of all people
My dove, my Ravyn...

His darkness is contagious.
He walks the night alone...