Inkless PenTonight, fly homeOn the wind, through cloudsFashioned into my pastDark, it stormsRain mixed with tearsWhich flow from merciless eyesPast flies a doveFailing wings, battered dreamsSpiraling down, I carry onHeld high by eternal starsYet when I arriveTo where joy and comfort lives (lived?)I find you goneMissing like the last piece to a puzzleAnd I realizeLove is an inkless penCold-hearted menHopeless as the words of a dying manI leave for the last timeOn rolling waves that breathe in timeWith my own unbeating heart
Life on a Television ScreenLife on a television screenEyes watch every quivering moveThousands of eyes, flies on the wallDissected under the limelightAnts under a magnifying glassHeld by the hand of a tainted childSun kissed skin, mermaid hairPraise seeps through every pore, false modestyFalling in and out of lustWith every evening past, drinking to hide from what's been doneCity lights, darkless nightsUntil the mo(u)rning, sun so brightCrying from this tired heartThis tragic life begins once more