My insufferable emptiness,
Chooses its time to surface...

Every night,
When I lay awake...

Unworthy of a mothers love,
From birth a journey began...

Standing alone into a mirror clear,
Watching my dirty sins disappear...

What's the time Mr Wolf?
Are you finished with little red yet...

I was so young that day,
Never ready for the wolf's intentions...

How can she say,
She is my friend...

Pieces of torn paper stuck to my mouth,
'being a good girl...

Come My Dear Quickly The Wolf Is Out
And Prowls The Woods; Down The Rabbit Hole...

Heavy lids lift the weight,
Peer out into the nothing...

Starting to climb a mountain,
I fell from before...

You cannot hold my hand,
For it has been drenched for unseen sins...