A beautiful massacre
Of life once acknowledged...

The dust of eve
Fades with the light...

When I cannot see anymore
When I cannot make another stand...

All I can see are those baby blues
Sparkling in the fading day...

A box of truths
Sitting on the window sill...

Sitting at the computer
In the library block...

All around
Everywhere, everywhere they are...

Truth be told of this night
A faded start, no more light...

Little china doll, lying on your bed
A treasured lost memento inside your head...