We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.

One moment
Blood rushes through me
Into my finger tips
New spirits flourish
All throughout my body
Sparks leave my red hair
Leaving it burning bright
Finally I see what I have spent my whole life waiting for
This one moment
Everything makes sense
Everything is alive
And I am a part of it

I am
I am alive
I am a part
I am infinite

How can I envy new lovers,
when I so wish to be alone?
Why does this passing sadness
flirt over what I have just left?

They sit within their vanity,
they know their love and what it means.
Yet still, they kiss upon human kindness,
and of all the distilled hope it brings.

To work is to change
To change is to be willing
To will is to want

And I don't want you anymore.

There your body hung
And all you left was a note
And all it said was *I'm Fine.