Lapsing nights to a
Suicidal sunrise
Thoughts leaking inside
Never meant to close my eyes
Walking a ruined path
Ghosts laid out before me
Overbearing scented ash
Forced on my knees
I can feel what you felt that night
The moment you took your life
The floor slips beneath me
I never got the chance to say I'm sorry
Melancholia
mixed with grief and loss - a theme. Powerful write "...the floor slips beneath me..." a magnificent image on a number of tiers -A-