The season grows cold
And the leaves turn old...

Wrapped in her blanket some reassurance
Her protection from this cold air...

The purpose of the words dying to be written
Are locked away inside your brain...

"Something is missing." He whispers into...
As his reflection just stares back...

Her eyes begin to open
The light bounces from the glass that confines her...

If I could paint myself black and white
I would just to dream of these beautiful colours...

The darkest of dreams
Keep haunting my brain...

Keep your ear to the door
Make sure the screaming stays silent...

Yet just one more day
Nothing really changed...

The sky looks a little lonely tonight,
If there is anything we could do to make it feel...

I feel sick to my stomach
I've never been this lost...

In the loneliest of corners the flower still...
No matter our presences the beauty is true...