Et Tu Brute?
My friend I thought you were...

A tree stands tall against a
snowy backdrop. Winter...

Standing in a low lit room
wishing for a star tonight...

Little Annie sits upon a wooden shelf
little black eyes stare out...

Skin dried worse than
autumn covered leaves...

The essence of a devil's spawn
marinated in scorching hell fire...

I still spell all the words I rubbed over your...
when the wind could hear my secrets...

We didn't have to be together
I told you I would wait...

I woke up early to
experience the morning world...

The formation of love may
come in a hidden and...

Today you found me
floating above the earth...

I passed your grave today
I had to stop...