Lie with me on my un-made bed,
So I'll have a place,
To rest my troubled head,
As your heart beats fast,
I'll run with you,
Through the sunsets,
And milleniums of grey,
So we can spend centuries,
We'll sleep on lonely shores,
Forever more, together,
Don't have to care about the past,
The present is all we know,
I'll bury my worries,
Safe with yours,
In the November Snow

Blue,
Blue are your eyes,
Sad blue,
Cold blue,
Filling with lies,
Like my heart with hatred,
For blue,
In those same eyes,
Once I saw glimmers and glints,
Of honesty,
Hopeful blue,
But I realised too late,
The tyranny of blue,
The twistedness of blue,
Empty, heartless,
Blue

Living,
With a broken, beating heart,
That is not living,
It is a state worse than Death,
Merciful Death,
Living while the knife still lies,
Piercing your worn-out heart,
As you beg for Death,
Is punishment,
A punishment for the undeserving,
To walk the streets,
Unable to breathe:
*Torture for the Living Dead

Lost,
In my labrinth of depression,
Cold, lonely,
The sky threatening to drown me,
With its heavy rain,
I don't believe in gravity,
Do I believe in anything?
I question my world,
My empty world,
What else is there?
I ask no-one,
I have no faith,
No choice but to roam,
This lonely prison,
I walk,
One step, two steps,
Why can't I go further?
I am not afraid!
"Yes, you are",
Heaven calls,
But I do not believe in Heaven,
I step into Hell,
*Isn't that where I was anyway?

In the back of my mind,
I know I will fall asleep,
Crying and alone tonight,
Like every other,

In my aching bones,
I feel the ground quiver,
As you slam the door,
On your way out,
Never to return,

I can't deny this truth,
No matter how hard I try,
To block out your voice,
Yelling, "Don't ever expect to see me again!",
To imagine you didn't leave,
That you'll be home soon,

I still feel you,
Fighting my hands,
Fighting my desperate grasp,
In turn, ripping yours,
From my shaking figure,
Throwing me to the floor,

I know how these events played out,
I play them back,
Again, again,
It hurts,
I do it anyway,
To bring you back,
The only way I know

Once,
I had someone to hold,
He wrote me a love song,
Every day,
He wrote to me,
He loved me,
Like I loved him,
I wrote him back,
Every day,
He wrote, "I love you",
One thousand times,
"I miss you",

Once,
I had someone to hold,
'Til we went our seperate ways,
Unwillingly but dutifully,
So tell me, to whom now,
Shall I post this letter,
And it's lonesome, gentle words,
Who shall hear my love-sick melodies,
And stitch the ever-bleeding wounds,
Of this lonely soul,
Before the night swallows hope whole