All Heroes must die,
and all dreams must be forgotten...

One instant
can destroy all others...

Same image again,
pressure building in my chest...

How can I deny
that some part of me longs...

Their love is out of the question,
if one might touch you...

There is no definite,
only the vain ability to be almost sure...

The lovers can destroy the meaning behind a word,
make it so perfectly shattered...

The Queen had the roses panted red,
just like Alice said...

It is an instant of impact, of sheer embrace
where metal meets flesh...

Dancing demons all around,
at least thats all I see...

He can whisper silently,
lips moving, no sound...

Speechless.
Like a painted face I sit here...