Greetings those who serve no-one,
Alas your lives are almost done...
She falls to the ground.
She whispers, but no sound...
How one flocks, and flocks again,
at the sound of trouble...
Remorse is what you feel when you've done...
when you do a sin knowing what you have done...
I want to scream
I want to be me...
He never woke to see
The shining silvery form...
A day in the light
can't beat a minute in the dark...
Cast-off and forged in darkness, encased in solid...
Mind numbing cold erases, memories stranded all...
Deception of the heart
Lies with the tongue...
Yes, I hear voices
Yes, I am sane...
I walk when no-ones looking,
To the garden no-one See's...
Its something brave
With white skin and eyes...