this need for beauty, for colours unseen
it will not bring peace

your flaws go silent in the moonlight
or did

with the cold morning sun
I was a stranger

the mercury within you grew
and spilled
until it was all I saw

what right do you have to treat a human being like this?
you have already felt this or will feel, and then you knew it
and how does this feel to you now?
what right do you have...

stranger in my room
don't take my hand again

the way I felt before
this time, leave it alone

the next time I lay eyes on you
it will not come back

a fragile trinket
in your carelessness
you feel like it cannot be you
don't we all make that mistake too often

one misstep at a time
one colossal negligence
you threw away a pure thing
will you get it again?

now if I am alive
and still come to your grave
it will be to leave flowers and the memory of...
of the time you were beautiful,
beautiful to me