Reaching out...

How things look different on the way down

Disillusioned, I've lost desire

Will I burn in the unforgiving fire?



From the flames, I walk away

I've found a way to erase the pain

An empty bottle, my receptacle

A guardian angel called escape



Don't dwell on the forthcoming

As I know it won't be happening

And you know, when I'm gone

You'll hear my cries on the wind