His eyes look through her,
She knows not why...

A gentle wash of poison,
Death is in the air...

Shandows are moving, where no-one should be,
Hearing a movement that cannot be seen...

That lonely sock left in your drawer,
The washer split the pair...

Black lace, Frames the soft white face.
A white rose, Ends each of the darkened rows...

Death,
There is no word, to describe it...

Once upon a time,
Like a fairy tale...

In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...

All around i hear their voices,
Crying from afar...

Life is for living, don't take it away,
Immerse yourself, like your last day...

Through the broken bough
Streams the long torn sun...

Sometimes,
Just sometimes...