The stars collapsed
and in their flames...

Dusk fell softly
Like children's footsteps...

fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...

When you don't wanna wake up tomorrow
It's hard to work today...

I do not dream
For I have found the waking...

I am broken
I know this fact quite well...

I cannot stem the evil tide
That rises from my lips...

The withered flames
caress the wood...

The darkness shivers with rain
And light splits the sky in two...

As soft as smoke, the fire came
trailing through the daffodils...

The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...

The darkness may be heavy,
And you may want to atone...