They were so red,
Bruisen black below...

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...

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