Turn out the lights just one more timeTell everyone to get in lineFor every hidden truth you have to findWhile you stare at the sun until you go blindSo you don't get lost inside your mindNo maze is worth...

suck it up crybaby let the ghosts hammer allegrosagainst your ribs all nightlet them braid broken stringsinto a hangman’s ropewhile you mark the tempoand keep perfect time quit pressin your earagainst the floorboardslistenin for catastrophewastin your lifeso afraid you’ll miss itwhen...

Dying, she said,"Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow." Ashes remain urn'edgathering dust within dust,but sun bursts crack the porcelainand sets within hearts' twilight