The flower that wilts,
the one that dies...

Free of thought, free of mind
free of spirit and feeling...

Hands in the dark,
the non existent words...

Self fulfilling prophesy,
empty shell, dead egg...

Open,glide,drip,drop
rustle,block,ignore,smile...

The sudden breeze,
the single tear...

Black silk glides down her back
a flash of green in the dark...

Floating, flying
drowning, dying...

To truly disappear spend a day in my life,
walk down the street...

The empty coat rack,
like the empty soul...

A few are chosen
the mases are left...

The smile on your lips is the sun,
your eyes my moon...