Anesthesia
Paper cups...

Pain
Anguish...

You told me that you needed me
That I was the only one...

The desires burning in my heart
keep the love that we have strong...

I feel the rain upon my face,
The cold biting at me like a viper...

A specter from another world she is
A ghost among the living...

I thought that I was alone
fear, anger, hatred, sorrow...

I feel a strange lonliness in my heart
even when I'm surrounded by people...

Memories don't seem too kind to me
They won't go away...

In her sleep, she does not dream
but she is the keeper of all dreams...

Sometimes, sitting here helps me think.
It's nice, feeling the wind in my hair...

It's funny how everyone seems to act
as if they are the ultimatum in the world...