I find you as the epicenter of my soul,
Tremors in my world originate from your being...

The morning breaks on snowed in streets,
the first light with my window meets...

Your hands were never strong enough to hold...
It was my fault that i could not see yours...

This blood in my mind...
It does find me true...

I read something today
It burnt my heart...

The embracing light through my window reminds me...
My fingers coursing through your soft brown hair...

For life is our art and art is itself,
a mirror of truth a changing for best...

This love spills twice from my wrists,
Your heart beats twice for me now...

Your life's in a mess right now,
So is mine...

This isn’t what I want to write,
This isn’t what I want to think...

The waking fears pass the hour,
cloaked in their scarlett haze...

I remember those days with you,
We sat there you in my arms...