Days gray with plump clouds
Silence guards the atmosphere...

Do you know my name?
I am nameless, please name me...

From the Painting Now Gone
Soundless toes slide on carved wood...

Why do I write such poems of me
it's something that is mean't to be...

It is said that the memories of a soldier
Vaporizes when the scent of home-baked cookies...

Some said life was a series of stepping stones
And so I walked my life on solid rocks...

Nothing is ever enough.
Fast or slow the nerves keep digging...

Colors fall as the wind paints the red sky
Lush with silence, hidden eternity...

Verse 1:
Swimming...

Unconstrained pebbles spill upon the ground
The scent of blame rise unto barren walls...

Lyrics...

Beckoning calls from the darkest past
Hiding in shadows, I appear...