They always say
not to look down...

My senses awaken at the sight of this place
I've been here before but for a different face...

I had never played
an instrument...

You force whispered breaths against my name, and...

I dedicate this prayer to those with no voice,
whom live within violence...

In the hour at twelve,
with darkness at its peak...

Though our bodies were at a distance
We were bound by our connection...

The sound of silence
Blindly deafening...

I don't know if anyone here has experienced OCD...
The afternoon before I get up for work the next...

Damaged. That is what you have made me
Broken, for I know that your bitter love for me...

Can you hear the beautiful music?
Hidden Angels playing their tune...

Lioness, frail under the sun
Tortured by the darkness of their souls...