A year since that day
The feeling that made me this way
Emotion that took root
Alas, it was all moot
...
Let no one hear me
As the loud waves roll to the sea
The loud cries of a banshee
Flows through the wind carefree
...
Its Exercise
A year since that day
The feeling that made me this way
Emotion that took root
Alas, it was all moot
The hurt that climbed its way up
As if it was its warm-up
Things that made me fall
With no one to catch at all
And as I lay alone
Darkness creeps to the bone