I cannot excuse this frozen isolation,
Crawling up and down my spine like a piece of cold...

Peripheral planned deeds.
a past fatality turned around...

They were so red,
Bruisen black below...

The safe haven upon the canopy,
Rested itself on top of the hill...

I once was a child,
And I once was a theif...

Something penetrated the moonlight bringing...
Aside from the trees, the fog and its blight...

He conducted in the darkness around him
He moved clouds into storms...

I lit a candle that burned with an echo,
And smothered the emanations upon her canvas...

So here we meet once again.
Pry at the window with no such consent...

Judging from this scope,
I must say that you are a mile away...

The words I picture just may be wisdom;
An isolation from the illusion; reality...

I once saw Venus in the sky,
Fumes and heat met my eyes...