Drowning in her own bloody dreams
The land where everything is not what it seems...

Walking down memory lane
Making me tear up silently...

Dirty and
Dishonest...

Through a glass
Pictures distort...

Speak
You've lost your voice...

Our poisoned midnight sun-fire burns
Breaking the surface of childish concerns...

Tingling hairs rising to stand an attack
Not much left of her heart turn black...

Through that road you simply travel
Leaving me here, thoughts to unravel...

Music fades
Drift away...

Suspense hangs from his weakened lips
Words tumble out, his wary mind trips...

**This is a pantoum**
These chains holding me back...

The blade may be fake
The pain is vivid and real...