My Love,
I'm watching you...
Depression, well he's a beast,
He has a cold and deathly clutch...
There is so much death in here-
My body that is...
The day punched me like a thug.
In the blinding white canteen...
Alone, so alone, for all my sins, I atone
I need a hand to lead mine, a light to be shown...
I remember it
like it was yesterday...
Dancing fingers
Trace the cracks...
You may not know it...
But...
Dead, motionless – there she was:
the wingless dove...
I’ve lost her,
My muse is gone...
"This head is bowed...
No eyes, can't see.
Don't know whats in front of me...