The dark forest edged upon
the fields of running blood...

She exhales the cruel words of hurt,
that rise and fall like gentle...

I was dreaming of dying again.
on a comfortable couch...

You've come a long ways
to say and do the little things...

It is I who have dreamt too long,
through the once quiet forest...

She walks with the wind.
Her dress is made of a...

Her universe is tilted to the rising moon,
lighting up the walls of her dismay...

Make me anybody else
Scratching on the roots of sadness and hate...

The hiss of your existence
lies alongside the dead trees...

The dead space between our hearts
is the distance between you and I...

I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine...

For decades from afar
I have looked on...