I'm so delicate,
I'm so fragile...
Wind driven snow paints
the city with a wide brush...
Broken heart
And a fractured mind...
Tortured Soul...
Darling, relax. The pain is surreal.
It'll rip you apart and teach you to feel...
Death nears
another soul...
Objects thrown into
the atmosphere...
The sound of wings
moving in the distance...
He feels, he listens,
He jumps, he speaks...
Its not fair.
Who has the power...
Who knew her bleeding wrist
Would hurt his beating heart...
There is this girl
Heart tattered and broken...