Lonely tears of devestation,
only comfort those of imagination...
Through clouds of dust,
with stinging eyes...
Snappin back to reality,
my blood, my sweat 'n' tears...
In morning dew, this dove does fly,
taking drops of the rain from the sky...
Sewn together, by strands of golden love,
peices of the heart I once knew come together...
Twinkling, with a majestic beauty,
you kneel before shimmering emeralds...
Purple and pink watercolors,
seem to bleed through the sky...
Left unto die,
so it seems to be...
Bottled Bane...
Hiss,
crackle...
Mema was my grandmother, and I don't have any...
This is for her...
Sunlight creeps through the sky,
like poison overtaking its victim...