Provoked by anger,
Wishing to die...

Let the fires rage,
Let the floods swell...

The moon lights up the night,
Your touch feel oh-so right...

In this house full of hate,
In this room full of rage...

The memories remain still,
And I wish for their depart...

Staring past the rain,
Through the fog...

Sitting on the deck,
On a late winter night...

Storms of emotion colliding in a stale air, void...

It’s like a burning bird,
Flying in the sky...

My life has hit rock bottom,
And my emotions just keep digging...

My family tree,
Its roots have died...

I'm standing in the rain,
I'm knocking on her door...