--- Hart D. Fisher

In the night
When I'm cold inside,
and there is no one to touch,

i think of you.

When my voice gives out,
tears grow stale,
and the concrete is warm with my need,

I think of you.

When i spin the chamber
pull the trigger
and hear only a hollow click,

I think of you.

After killing a year with the bottle,
Fucking the faceless,
and fleeing across a continent,

I'm thinking of you

and always will