The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets...

The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed...

The quiet moon glistens
on my cold shivering sweat...

I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine...

The dead space between our hearts
Is the distance between you and I...

Hey best friend, I greet you.
with life of suffering to whatever end...

I heard her laughing
on the other side of the room...

Red is the color of the trees,
covered in blood that...

I was dreaming for hours
walking in harvested fields of grey...

The whirl wind comes up
through the ground covered with leaves...