I sit
i watch...

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

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

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

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

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

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