God sent me an angel
who watched me through the night...

Stubborn lips
stubborner hearts...

Why do I feel as if my lungs are made out of...
And this invisible rain keeps bleeding through...

Are you so blind that you don't see?
Don't see these tired tears upon my face...

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

If I threw up confetti
and pushed together the scraps to make...

Little insomniac of a poet,
do your pretty tricks...

Red flares in the back of her mind,
Gagging on the anger welled there...

A slave to the messes
the horrid world confesses...

Feet thumping
on hard packed ground...

Will you stay with me?
and just hold on...

Promise me you'll always hold on
and that you'll always be my friend...