I sit
i watch...

The blood which pours out
after having been stabbed...

Words are fragile things
they can make or break all that you know, all that...

The ache of my heart
grows stronger each passing day...

I must go off to sleep again, to the place of...
And all I ask is a place where i can sleep in...

Is the ocean sea not like our love?
Does it not have that glory and wonder...

Take a good look around
tell me what do you see...