Roses are dread and violets run through
hearts and minds on such a day...

Loud voices in quiet places
put Darwin’s theory...

I reached out
phantom like...

It's not about heartache
nor emptiness...

I’m walking quite simply
roaming free without talking...

I am a slave
I have a Master...

All good things
to their end do come...

The numbness of the past comes calling
as if that time was yesterday...

The truth
the only truth right now...

Wary of enveloping pleasure,
to be taken as proper...

In contemplation of decimation
I wonder if I'd dread...

Old ways come knocking
it’s no commotion...