When did this lamp's glow
become so yellow and so harsh...

Tornado realities
spinning out of control...

On the shores of a faraway place
does my love show its lovely face...

She's screaming
so loud it hurts her lungs...

Time trickles down
and she can feel her heart break...

She fell, breaking her crimson lines
And discovered something radical, change...

It's funny how aloneness
can come rushing quickly in...

Mascara smudges
visible in the reflection...

Black and white lines,
colors disappear...

She's slipping under
reach for her hand...

Oh, these beautiful words
carved across her skin...

She sits in a white room
stares at the walls...