Two months ago I was certain I found
The man who saw through my bare, fragile soul
Today I fall, still did not hit no ground
My ashes dust around some fine, black coal
My fragile nudity could find no shame
For love was made in the most sacred ways
But my claims for love were both weak and lame
The seconds turned minutes, hours and days
The voice at the back of my head still laughs
For it found pleasure in my miseries
My tears shattered and back broken in half
In deep slumbers I get epiphanies
The nightmares go far away from the light
The nightmares find no peace in me tonight
