Let water, trickling from rooftops
Stoop to cup your cheeks...

Can everything return to what it was
And freeze in place until I catch my breath...

If I'm only alive for a little while
I'd like to make a difference...

Tears build slowly
Pooling in the aching of my chest...

Carry my bones with you
If you survive...

I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...

The wail of man-breathed wind floats here
And bodies lay that felt no fear...

In a dungeon bright and cheery
Where my hopes and dreams all lay...

I do not live
And if I did...

The petals fall,
strumming the thin skin of the drum...

Darling, listen
To my strings humming...

Death tastes sweet.
Sugar coated lies...