a gift of serenity   a change of identity   hit so hard hit so fast   came from somewhere above me   an existence stuck behind   over and over and over again   different stories   but the same old lines     the streets are empty   and I'm walking home   the city sleeps lost   souls moves alone   and I need some words   to fill up the end   over and over and over again     my fingertips are bleeding   scratching through these walls   some kind of dark feeling   still stopping from the fall   an existence to some   from 4 to 3 to only one   my finger tips are bleeding