In the muddy river of angels
i see bodies lying there...

I have arrived
inside a tombstone of your guilt...

See that star?
that bright and beautiful star...

Eternal friendships are all i have
yet friends have more than me...

I pick at the scabs of the burning fire
recovered by your eyes, simple and sapphire...

Excruciating pain
as the brain cells die...

Can you see the heart pierce through the mourning...
do you believe those words on which you were born...

Sad tree falls
never...

I saw your face
but saw no smile...

I need it...
with passion lost to the wind...

The pain remains the same
it will not quiet down...

Winding down
the past is over...