The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
Life does not always end,
in death...
Solitude rises like vapor from the still pond
Trapping me in depths of Winter...
When I woke up this morning
I didn't feel nothing...
When where you were before
Isn't where you are now...
If the water can return, take me away please!
If the water can take in, it will never grieve...
A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...
There is so much that I want to say,
But there is a frog in my throat that's getting in...
At the depths of the darkest halls,
Iron bars line the walls...
I oftentimes wonder what happened to that sweet...
The one with the softness in his eyes...
Doubt:
I was wondering when you would finally arrive...