Sketched Angelic elegance
Falls swiftly on this place...

Open up my skull
And look into my head...

The gloomy grey murk
Settling on moors...

Time
Ageing, cracked and crumbled...

I wish I could cure you, I do,
But it seems more like...

The lonely corridors of my mind,
Lie bitter, empty, still...

Tangled whispers, lost in a dream,
Are all that is left of you...

A hollow sphere
Hung like a banner in the sky...

So many years I waited
Waiting for my prince...

*for Rosy*
People build walls around themselves...

Silk spun webs
Of happiness...

Falling failing freedom
Tumbling from the sky...