I once sold my soul
wicked hands on unwitting scrolls...

Torn between too little, and too much
and only there for support and love...

I could think her as a goddess, holy, i'm unworthy...
i could treat her as a friend, when she needs me...

Hope is lost
future is bleak...

When bridges are burnt and doors are closed
as life tries to bring me down...

Noiseless
voiceless...

Life and love sways to beats
love in hearts...

Let things die
let sleeping dogs lie...