Sewn piece by piece,
Lips of children fair...

Shall you care about a life?
Give it warmth and no disgrace...

Into my sub-conscious mind,
I find a place of drain...

Planet blue a perfect shell,
With the energy to evolve...

A murmur from the quaking hills,
That bleeds through every crack...

Tight red dress,
Clutching her skin...

Cats crawling up his arms,
Tattoos smudged to age...

Creaking of the willows,
As they rest by this lake...

Take me to the gates,
Of gold wound tight...

The sparkling river dust,
Settles in the mist...

I look into the furnished room,
And see but empty chairs...

I'm listening to my heartbeat,
As it tells me what to play...