It's night.
A cooling, frosting winter's eve.
Another dark I cannot leave.

I stare.
The traffic passes numbly past.
Another world I cannot last.

It's mad.
The speeding pizzas, police and death.
Another race to drain my breath.

It hurts.
The macro there, the micro here.
Another oozing, greedy tear.

She's gone.
A waste, the cruellest ever waste.
Another life, the best, a waste.

She's gone.
A telephone call in the night.
"Another dead. She had the right."

She's gone.
Every passing train awakes her.
Another fear begins to stir.

She's gone.
And now another's got to me.
Another focus, greed, self-pity.

She's ill.
I have no clue what I should do.
Another failure'd run me through.

She's his.
Images explode my jealous fear.
Another tingle when she's near.
Another knot I'm making worse.
Another life I'm gonna curse.
Another happiness dissolved.
Another murder I'm involved.
Another bridge I shouldn't burn.
Another slap, until I learn.