Counting questions in the air,
I find the stepping stones are scattered,
The ivy, over-whelming. Sweet depression,
Sing to me your song of dulcet silence.
Scarlet eyes mock the ravens
Perched upon the water's edge,
Condemning life to splintered shadows,
Rest this weary soul, the wolf howls tonight.
Broken mirrors stitch a mangled portrait,
Damp matches light the heart aflame,
Hearken these cries, dear misery,
For the beast has killed tonight.
