Tiny circles of silver ashes,
decked her wings...
Tears fall so suddenly
Angels weep of the lost soul...
I dust off this box that sits in the corner
It's the first time I can actually open it...
I'm cut;
deep inside...
Everybody left, I'm caught up here by my own
with bitter feelings biting down my tiniest bone...
When the sun nested a golden ribbon
along the horizon, and painted a warm...
I ask of you, before you love me
to destroy me, break my heart to...
Sitting, waiting for the door to open,
to see him walk through the door...
Only you have the power
To do what you do...
Sing to me, once more
the melody, of this pain...
Many many more cuts everyday get added to my...
Scars,
on her wrist...