The tale of torment and untimely sorrow
An epic scale what arrives tomorrow...
Looking over the moon
An old man sees his fate...
The luminous unicorn
Throws back his head...
The illict content of his mind spills though his...
His innocent eyes...
The suns are closing in and
The stars have crossed our path...
Pulsing red in my eyes.
Your steady hand with a fist full of steel...
In the best of my dreams.
your face is there as it seems...
To pick stars & replace them for light.
To catch snow flakes & collect them in a book...
She sat at the hall
Waiting for it to fall...
I feel like someone is watching me.
I see how these people died in throughout dreams...
He walks alone in the distance,
Glowering in you're direction...
I sit in a palace,
a palace of gray...