I look down this endless dark hallway.
so many doors...

The wind.
What is the wind to me...

I used to lay here in pain.
Brought by love...

I begin to write these words of power.
Standing here, on my flaming tower...

We exist among you,
numbering few...

I've lost myself again.
Disconnected...

All the evil in this world.
I've seen so much...

I hate how I mess up so much.
For every single thing I touch...

This is a small poem
for you to enjoy...

A thing of the present, not the past.
A thing that I really hope will last...

Your hair,
waterfalls of amber...

I want you to know.
That I love you...