You told me that you cared and liked me,
you said I was special and we would someday be...

-- Written in 3rd person, and quite obviously the...
-_- as seems to be the topic of a lot of my work...

The air cuts like glass
But the wind shall soon pass...

Going through the same cycle day after day
Each dusk another shade of grey...

High in the sky, on top of a cloud
Shines the sun so bright and proud...

Have you had cold showers of pain
Endless days i've spent in my rain...

You once made me feel so contempt
how could it be that you became what i resent...

I go to bed wishing you where near
Then in my dream you appear...

Forever lingering in the field,
Opting for death rather than to yield...

The cold stale air, turning dawn into dusk
The horizon gets engulfed by a glow...

No cure can ever heal
The amount of pain i feel...

There's a long way between sin & sacrifice
A long road, divided by a clear border...