Child of the mind
You speak for the dead...

Forgotten the quench,
She crushes the hope...

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

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

Oh sweet wrong turn
That I confess to...

Smile
In those eyes...

Pleated reverie
Soft curls...

Black
Sky...

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

Six soldiers
Leave their feathers...

These walls
They are ten feet high...

Lips soft,
Never touched...