In the midnight hour
when sleep won't come...
We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness...
Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
gallop mid-cores through a race-course...
She now denies the god
he brought out in her...
If life is a magic wand,
how nice it will be...
"Forgive me if I cling like
static, I've just been...
I saw a moon not quite
as full as you...
A cold white bloom resides on a mountain top
Disowned by everything...
In the
orient seas...
What you see of me is a shadow,
I have already passed on...
I have seen hundreds of customers
in my three months here...
I ask you, because there was no one else to...
Will you come to me, like a gust of wind...