The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world