Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

I took a journey
And found myself...

I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...

In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...

Too many pictures and not enough memories
It’s as if the camera lived a life not me...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

You can fall asleep on my knees
And I’ll still think your brave...

One night when all dreams evaded
Beneath a starless sky...

Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...