Hark ye, into the slumber deep
Dark angel of the dreary night...

She flies across the starlit scene
On fairy dust and Angel wings...

Standing on the edge of death
She inhales once, her dying breath...

The moon has dipped its crest into the ripples of...
As shooting stars kick the dust from the celestial...

To see a love made by the stars
And blessed by the moon above...

There you sit among the clouds
Your light flickers and starts to fade...

Inside the mind are webs of pain that traps you...
They follow you through all you do and right into...

Reaching in the cavity, the heart is pulled away
Twisted up in misery within it's own decay...

I'm just letters pure and simple, upon this vacant...
Twisted to accommodate what you want me to be...

Over the horizon, among the darkened skies
The crystal stones in somber birth...

The twisted spirals curved in the sky
Among the thunder of the storm...

[I woke up feeling kind of sick...]
My head is sore, my stomach aches...