Curled up against the wall,
counting the days of her disaster...

Colours splash vigorously against the brain
Rare shapes form from the eyes...

Signature species of Antarctica,
a mascot, if you will...

Eighty fourth floor,
twelve people trapped...

Only these four walls hear me scream.
The air is thinning, it's harder to breathe...

Perhaps I was not created for this world?
My soul is jaded with ire...

The light dances across your body,
highlighting every curve and perfect line...

My desires turn misleading,
splinter like shards of glass...

It was a typical night.
You and me, now inseparable...

Thrown on the ground
in an empty white room...

My dear love, dream ever so sweetly.
While I lie awake my thoughts only always find...

Take a deep breath,
easier said than done...