What life lies beneath this thoughtless mass?. What dreams could be there?. What vengeful screams lifted from a severed tongue?. Could halt failure's progress?.
So, the sight has finally left us. With dreams of the failing light.. Born again, beneath ashen cloud. And the restless lies betrothed,. I curse this winter..
As the reasons came and went. And swept across. The face of my innocence. I was lost. . To know your face, and your true shade. To feel your lips, and to be bade.