The sky told me it was morning,
But the clock told me it was night...

It was like an unborn evil,
What we had between us...

Weeks have passed,
Yet I don't remember one...

This is the line,
Where past and present collide...

I fell like an emotion-
Struck down with the force of a well-hated...

This view tempts my will,
With a cliff to define my risk with consequence...

I've finally named my sanctuary,
Years after it has been here...

He held his arms with his hands, and his elbows...
He took his hands from his arms, allowed the veins...