A sheet covers this window
from which i gaze below...

All around my gowing tension are,
Old faces turning grey...

Keep eating away at me,
Whilst voices reap my grief...

Behind this wall of angry barriers,
Through which you cannot see...

If hell was floodlit would it all become clear
What is the purpose, why am i here...

Bound tight in this prison
Of self-made hate...

Tears down the window
that mirrors my face...

You don't meet my gaze and you're eyes are stone...
A glare of pure hatred for me to behold...

Nothing swims fluidly through my mind,
I know I am finally drained...

Picking up the pieces of a life you've broken
sewing it together with the seams wide open...

Another cup of coffee
Keeps her weary eyes from dropping...

On that new dawns breeze
I looked for you...