My weakened angel, I hold so tightly
You're life is taken oh so lightly...
All humans suffer
grief throughout their dull lives...
Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...
There may be a coil in my back.
Like something breathing heat in my cold body...
Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...
She grabs a pen
And writes a letter of affliction...
A woman shouting
On a dark night...
I wandered through the bitter cold
In search of your warm eyes...
There is an old saying
God only takes the best...
An old friend
Well I'll crack this brew and we'll have a chat...
She was never pretty,
She was never liked...
There is this mirror
Near my door...