Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...

The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...

In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...

They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...

The fire started to flicker and fade
In the dark and stormy wood...