It was bright that day,
before everything...
Is it worth the risk?
You can't lose what you don't have...
Inhale the smoke,
sweet and white...
Melancholy prevails yet again
Watch me crumble and count to ten...
I've sat with these emotions
bottled up inside my head...
. . . P-
martian fly over...
Tears fall silently like floods and do not clear
encroaching dark clouds fill my life with fear...
Oh look at me, oh look at me,
don't pretend you don't see me...
As I lay down
Looking at these hands...
Threatened by the open seas,
Fearful of the storms ahead...
Leaving my bedroom sleepy and bleary
I chanced to look at the darkened spare room...
The mind is but a battlefield of pain,
Decapitating ev'ry joyful thought...