Swing-swing,
from her earring...
I was dreaming of dying again.
on a comfortable couch...
To some they are a novelty,
To others they are a toy...
Scents of rain and orchids seduce my willful body...
The mist coats the hair that stains my brow...
She walks with the wind.
Her dress is made of a...
If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...
Can you hear me now?...
when a tree falls it makes no sound...
There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...
I have Eyes closed and suddenly everything feels...
Again. How she reminded me of the choice to wade...
The prince of darkness came for me
There was no chance for me to flee...
I close my eyes to go to sleep
I feel my fears start to creep...
The lonely forest
Silent whispering willows...