I lay in bed each night and dream.
The things I've done...
Everything in moderation
is what they always say...
Great things are coming
Great things are good...
You have to roll a six,
With four dices on the board...
There are points
In your life were you...
I know what it is like
to have someone in my life...
I had experienced the cold.
The dark that never goes away...
She folded the yellow paper in half
to make a crease, then folded it again...
For centuries
they've trapped you...
Hatred in my music
Blaring in my ears...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
A closed door will only ever reflect
Forlorn light shining upon peeling paint...