Choking on My Breath I'll take a gun against your heart, Pull the trigger and put the bullet in my chest, Yes the crimson slits have opened, And the pain is surging forth, I shouldn't taste your poison lips, They start the storm again, But I do, Tommorow I'll open my eyes, Bloodshot into black, Choking on my breath, To face another day, To see your words again, I don't feel the same anymore, I don't know that reflection, From the light, And all the years that pass, I feel the cold, and all it's done, To hurt with unclear thoughts, Is to breathe alive again. The Butterflies Don't Come Anymore Can you feel the words escape, Slipping with the undertow, Can you understand the pain, Stinging my eyes with sorrow, You can put warmth back in my lips, Free the broken shards, Dry the bitter tears, That burn upon my cheek, But the butterflies don't come anymore, You walked right on by, All I want to know is why, Does any of it matter, The ghost of you has passed right through, And now I'm going under. ...thoughts please