Excerpts from Letters I

...
It's midnight and you sleep
It's midnight and the road roars
It's midnight and the sky sighs
It's midnight and the cabinets shake
You should have known better
And I...

But now the air escapes my lips
with muffled word and speechless eyes
Mama, I didn't want to see you cry
Papa, I didn't want to see you die inside
I didn't mean to
I didn't mean to

There is snow in my hair as
I leave for a cloud of fire
and the gates of heaven and hell