I feel Mortality stalking me.

Gripping pavement with nails chipped to the brink

Take me away from here.

Perfect circles

“What to do” and “what to say”?

Of angels and demons, I've witnessed a few

There is a worried look upon all faces...

It’s hard to speak my mind

Long late nights of losing what was meant for me.

Note: You can hear this song on SoundCloud. The username is Stacie Evans, and I'm wearing sunglasses.

Forget me not, forget me still.

In the quiet winter snow