Icy Death.
Troublesome nights...

My Mind's Eye
I see you there behind me...

River Of Blood.
Hands caress my back...

Uncapturable truth
His words sting my lips...

Childish manufactors build up bodies of plastic.
Facing devilish meanings of some sort...

Hence The Words To This.
Dampened green, watered down brown...

Words of cherished minds,
set out a darkened path...

His heart audacious, always ready for action.
Little worlds of glory define his fatal attraction...

Miraculous discoveries lead to one thing,
a number undefined, completely lingering...

Pieces of me.
Charleston the Great wrote this note to me...

It's hard to comprehend at such a young age,
the problems with fathers and their love cage...

Worlds collide,
but who shall win...