Every move you make,
Reminds me of a note...

What a deadly and silent night,
Remain not even fear...

How many roads would I need to take,
Before she fall from grace...

As the merciful melodies of 12 clock ticks,
The night screamed, silently...

Walk down the ile,
into the madness...

It was a simple promise that she made. I waited...
Time past through- with seconds ticking loudly in...

Same sound, same size,
marching with the same footsteps...