This is the sound of a breakdown,
crashing boom that breaks the barriers...

My head is screaming
but my heart doesn't understand...

I found the zenith (it is no bed nor building).
You talk in your sleep...

Running
breathing...

Your words look like clouds
floating so far out of reach...

Broken hearts stop screaming
broken poems repeat themselves...

The lights are fading
setting sun...

If only these little shards-
glass pieces of a broken heart...

How many of us look up
at night...

Breathe in this poison
So refreshingly deadly...

Aren't i beautiful?
you think of me when no one's around...

Friday night
the lights are dim...