I don't know why the air is tense and humid around...
every other blissful shadow is emerging out into...
I made a promise that I'd never touch that razor.
A promise to never let myself bleed...
I wonder what would happen if I went away
What on earth would people say...
I was finally starting to do better
you gave up...
I fell off at some areas getting to know you...
Your sorrowful man...
Only if you knew the truth
How I have had a tormented past...
The moon shines its light upon my back,
Drowning this path in dancing shadows...
I love too much
Drink not enough...
An old clown executes a poor spiral dance
Stares at the empty theatre, in despair...
Cold and wet as it drips down
Seeping and soaking deep inside...
All this time
I was trying too hard to reach the propeller...
Bright red ink
Dancing across the page...