The room spins around me,
as i try to stand tall...

I look into the mirror,
hoping what I see is fake...

If i die tonight
i just want you to know...

If only i could speak the words
that open up your eyes...

As I lie awake, I dreamlessly dream about...
The air is cold...

When your eyes are black with dew,
even lies of tongue are blue...

If there's nothing you can say
just shut up...

A whisper, softly carressing my skin
fascination of the words within...

Roses open slowly to reveal the color inside,
vivid in their brightness, so gloriously divine...

Like a puppet, swinging in a forgotten wind
my head nodding to his every word...

The rippling of an old song's tune
spinning hauntingly in sound...

One last breath,
like a million screaming fires...