The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed...

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

The hiss of your existence
Lies alongside the dead trees...

It is I who have dreamt too long,
through the once quiet forest...

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

The childhood house lies in ruin,
no words left to say but I yell anyway...

In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...

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...