Laughing at me while my sentence has been past,
She screams in the mirror 'Defy me No more...

What's your name ?
I dont know, but i wish i did...

Sitting, my hand on the glass, looking through to...

Sitting, my hand on the glass, looking through to...
*Part Of Something In Development...

A desire stirring within,
To fall into my cold abyss...

A skeletal glory,
So painfully close to me...