The gust of wind that used to be,
has twirled away beyond the sea...

Every time I close my eyes
I see...

The small sparkling diamonds,
on my bedroom floor...

The sharp pain in my chest,
lets me know that I'm dead...

Eons ago it came to me
Years they passed me by...

After all the times I stood by you,
you didn't stand by me when I needed you...

Every night when the light is out
When I am all alone...

Shut up please
Again your not at ease...

The imaginary part of my mind.
Is trying to unbind...

The moon is special,
magical and fine...

Conscious now at last.
On-wards to my never ending past...

Crimson drops are falling
Changing the sky to red...