I left behind
Love, a breath, a light, a breeze
A shallow, a drop, a sun and my mind

At this hour finally come the words
Too late now but for what it’s worth I write them down
Better outside than inside where I have kept them
Or more that they stayed, shy before the daylight
Reluctant to be written into reality

Familiar fire burning in my heart tonight
Not at ease, fighting frights
Whoever wins decides how I sleep tonight
And if I will see it turn 03.45
Beating rapid rabbit heart

It runs out from between my ribs
Out into the night, under moonlight
Pale as the skin that glistens underneath
Shaded streaks of willow leaves
Groaning branches in still air

The night I own, it owns
Skin, muscle, blood and bone
And everything I burn as I call the fire home

I do not function well within the confines of society
Life frequently comes to a standstill
Where in a short period
I cut loose
Cut away everything
Because the emotions that I bleed
When I release myself from all these binds
They purge, cathartic, hurt
The act of violently giving up
Knowing you're kicking in your own doors
Destroying your own windows
Shooting your own two feet so you no longer stand
And on your knees among the pieces
Is where you come apart
With nothing left to live for
Only unsaid words bleeding from the heart

So you write them out
You write out all that swirls around inside your plagued mind
And the broken pieces that cut like glass
Carve inside their meanings
Hollowed out inside your hollow bones
So that the wind might pick you up
And you may be set adrift
Becoming that haunting voice carried on a breeze
Murmurs of a past life trying to be forgotten
And as you meander along
All the landscapes where you never belonged
You thin out bit by bit with each moment gone
The weight falling out until what remains
Is but the skeleton of a whisper
That to those with ears to hear
Becomes the shadow of unrest

They'll find themselves clutching those they love
As inside enters a mouth of fear
Where they feel the desert of the loneliness
Breathing its years of solitude down their neck
Voices of a quiet death
With a foreign memory reminding
Darkness always falls
And inside they wait
Until one day they too
Will hear its haunting call
And they will let go of love
They will let go of it all
To join the chorus of a quiet breeze
That travels around the world
Whispering the words
That their hearts will bleed