Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...

The snowflakes fall down past my head
My cigarette smoke crawling into sky above...

Here I sit once again
Alone within my own mind...

Looking for a way
To simply forget...

Born broken and discarded
Written off into the tides...

Roses are red
Violets are blue...

Its been a
really long time...

Hmmm... what to write
Candle so black...

Please don't leave
don't break my heart...

I found out about the darkness
hidden behind theses hazel eyes...

Here I stand looking over the edge
I have grown tired of looking back...

Trying to capture the moments
like fleeting memories...