He sits in his bedroom
rocking himself to sleep...

I wrote this about a Goddess of Achaea, and her...
A War rages into the night...

No words I'll speak upon this day
None of regret, feeling, or pain...

Lovely strands taunting me
beckoning me to the abyss...

Hold me close
no more lies...

All I ever wanted
was someone to talk to...

I tread toward the truth
I become old...

A different world it seems we live
Passion and grief we are willing to give...

Oh by the autumn woe
the leaves singing sweetly...

Behind the closed door
is a sight to see...

You have always been there,
when I needed you most...

Do you feel me lurking in the dark?
Unpredictable and hurt...