Remember the sweet little girl in the sparkling...
Dreaming of sugar-plums and being a royal...

I set myself
upon myself...

She plays upon her shattered piano,
her fingers addicted to the red keys...

Where once his strong arms lingered,
I find the wind's chill assaulting me...

I look at my body,
and a dark image is all I see...

They echo
with your face...

God I know I am not supposed to doubt you.
Instead...

The You I knew once
promised...

The black ravens follow me,
whistling along with his verses...

I feel so numb
so hollow...

What a happy Valentines Day it is this year,
certainly you, my friend, must think so too...

Flashbacks, memories
Through a crimson eye glass...