Tortured Devotion
Sitting alone on a beach of black sand...

a 12 year old in darkness
a power made her "strange&quot...

I am dying,
unfortunately not fast enough...

Feeling sorry for myself,
and cowering in the shadows...

Race to the End
From the top we glide...

Here I am living in a secret garden
Closing my soul hoping my spirit would harden...

I keep my dreams close together
All resembling one another...