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

Tragedy weaves
The cynics life...

These walls
They are ten feet high...

Its payday Judas
Blood money...

Torn,
Im limb from limb...

Forgotten the quench,
She crushes the hope...

Shadow is back,
Its messing with my head...

Lips soft,
Never touched...

Black
Sky...

Pleated reverie
Soft curls...

Smile
In those eyes...

Oh sweet wrong turn
That I confess to...