It's the little things in life-
The blessings...

I’ve become a prisoner-
A hostage...

There is so much death in here-
My body that is...

Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...

The entrails of cigarette smoke...
How it always reminds me of a serpents glow...

You may not know it...
But...

Can't you see?
That I'm lying on the floor...

I must forewarn you,
For the words you are about to read...

Midnight sky,
Lonesome moon...

Inside my mind,
There is a war...

Pain can’t be understood.
To do so...

You tangled your hands
Into my hair...