From darkness illusion,
To the frail suns trail...

Heartrending parables they weave this cloth,
Pink romances, crimson broken hearts...

Do you hear the whispering?
Or is it just me...

She was looking forward,
To the smile he always gave...

These walls
They are ten feet high...

Its payday Judas
Blood money...

Six soldiers
Leave their feathers...

Trolleyed fear it
Weaves between the aisles...

Weak wings unfold,
In gentle tremble...

Tracing, tracing,
The dribbling horizon...

Floundering arms
Tickle the sky...

Take a breath,
Jealous the water...