My eyes fall
My mind slips...

The crease of your mouth
It progresses slowly...

The Lonely, Withered, Wilted, Wild, White Rose.
Slumping over the (empty) deing bush...

Destroy my being
Impair my worth...

Shadows leering over my soul
The depths of hell are rising...

This dark blanket of dismay
Thrown over me to restrain...

How still must I be in order to catch your drift?
How silent must I be in order to here your sweet...