There are no more words in my head,
I try to think but instead I burst into flames.
There is no rage, there is no faith,
Only a slender frame that floats through time.

"Love is a thing that can't be",
With time it dies and never minds.
There is no grace and no more fate,
Just some long-ago-faded feeling
That used to mean something
And no more.

There are no more words in my head,
And no matter how I try
It all burns down in the end.
So here I am standing in the midst of time:
A Slender Frame,
Broken-up and bruised
Floating through life and time