I was so afraid,
Terrified of my haunting shades,
I ran into everything that was after my life,
I ran into what i thought was light,
Once demons, of all shapes and shadows.
Are now a reminder, one with a krypton ring.
Dried flowers over the head of my bed,
And the dandy ones stinking at my sink,
I'm an aborted jigsaw
I carry my broken pieces with grace.
Now they think of me as a sun in the sky,
They're even sure that I've a moon of my own.