Maybe I kept all the photographs because the people smiling in them are always so much happier than I am
Perhaps I kept a box with all the letters because the writings in the notes are always so much more sincere than the hate I spew at you now
And I certainly know I kept a memory of all the most intimate moments so I could play them back on repeat when I am feeling ever so lonely

So yeah, maybe we keep close all our tiny keepsakes to remind ourselves of the people we still have the capacity to become once again.

There are fires in the sky trying to burn down heaven,

the world drowning below.

It's the kind of thing that makes one want to keep living.

I felt the warmth of breath on wind touch my skin.

The bumps on my flesh stood high to reach the short lived life.

An endless flow of waters passed by and made noise.

The kind of sound that makes one stop and listen.

I see an endless trail up ahead that goes nowhere and out of curiosity I must follow.

It was laid there many years ago to trick the soul down it's path.

There are fires in the sky trying to burn down heaven,

the world drowning below.

Thank God the water drowns the sound of the screams.

Something destroyed the ways of silence, a powerful thing that's unknown.

On this trail I follow I shed all my layers so well hidden,

In the end naked as I started.

In the hole iv hidden my life I thought was forbidden.

The suffering and pain iv ridden on is so unforgiving.


There are fires in the sky trying to burn down heaven,

the world drowning below.

Thank God the water drowns the sound of the screams.

Something destroyed the ways of silence.

I am ready to be taken by the night I am ready for this fight.

IIG2014