Deep, dark
low, down...
Downed by a single shot of fear,
You fall depraved through the yesteryear...
As i think into the past,
I see you...
I know the knife
and the knife knows me...
Maybe you've meet someone else
And she's beautiful unlike me...
There is a dream within a dream
Not one that I had not foreseen...
Nothing more to write,
nothing much to say...
I paint on this canvas,
A story in red...
From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...
I try not to cry
while it hurts deep inside...
I can stand tall
I can pretend...
Alone I am
and alone I will stay...