I AM CORAL RAYNE…
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I AM.
I AM FROM PALE ROSEY LIES,
LOST AND FADED LIKE BLACK AND WHITE.
I WONDER ABOUT MY DEMISE,
SECRET CRIES WITHIN THE NIGHTS.
I SEE IMAGES HIDDEN WITHIN THE LIES:
A LONELY EYE, WHOM DOES SEARCH THESE NIGHT SKIES?
I HEAR THE PERFECTION OF THE SYMPHONIES SO FULL OF STARK CRIES;
A GENERATION THAT’S WOVEN OF FADED LIES, NIGHT SKIES, AND
STARK CRIES—AM I?
I AM CORAL RAYNE…
I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM.
I SAY WORDS SOFT-SPOKEN,
FADED AND BROKEN.
I PRETEND I KNOW ME,
EVEN WHEN THE ME I KNOW HAS NOT YET SPOKEN.
I FEEL VULNERABLE AND LOST AND ALWAYS BROKEN,
SHATTERED LIKE GLASS, SCATTERED LIKE STARS.
I WORRY ABOUT LOSING THE SELF I HAVE YET TO FIND;
I HAVE YET TO BE WOKEN.
I CRY ABOUT LIFE’S EVERY SORROW—
THESE TEARS THAT WILT ARE SOFT, SALTY, AND SPOKEN.
I AM CORAL RAYNE…
I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM.
I UNDERSTAND NOTHING AT ALL TO KEEP THE INNOCENCE THAT REMAINS—
JUST TO AVOID A LIFE FULL OF PAIN.
I DREAM OF MY CRYING RAINS DANCING UPON ASIAN PLAINS,
A SOFT UNSPOKEN PAIN THAT WILL FOREVER REMAIN.
I TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT,
WHAT AM I ABOUT? WHAT REMAINS IN THESE VEINS?
I HOPE I CAN LOVE THE ONE PERSON THAT I NEVER HAD,
THE PERSON I HOPE REMAINS THESE DARK DAYS EVEN THOUGH HE’S A
PAIN AWAY.
I AM CORAL RAYNE AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I AM, WHO I AM, OR
WHY I AM. I JUST KNOW THAT I AM FROM PALE ROSES, WORDS
SOFT-SPOKEN—FROM A PERSON I HAVE COME TO LOVE. I AM CORAL RAYNE
