[lonesome.song]

As I fall deeper and deeper,

I feel my heart shatter --

Into a million little pieces.

Not knowing your touch,

Or smelling your scent

Leaves me wondering why;

Scratching at the doors

And picking at the bindings.

I try to pick up the pieces,

As to not be lost without you;

Instead I find myself whispering

To you in my sleep, wondering

If my voice can carry that far,

Or if your ears can hear the sounds

Of my last lonesome song.