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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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