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

The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets...

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

I know not your sorrow
But i know mine...

A traveler came to me.
A traveler between worlds it seem...

The empty playground
yields no laughter here...

Here you could see the painted road
of black and smooth...

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

I lie here in bed, watching
the time wound of shadows...

You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing...

As I no longer feel the
gravity underneath my feet...

The childhood house lies in ruin,
no words left to say but I yell anyway...