I can't keep doing this,
Lamenting on a moment passed away...

Slowly, deep turquoise bodies lie awake,
Encroached upon by darker tides...

Time gathers, unscathed by opportunity,
White-washed sound caresses velvet curtains...

Fleeting reflections glint like sunlight,
As the fire in my thoughts breathes...

Moss suffocates the branches
In the forest of the mist...

Surrounded by a nightmare,
In the shadow I am content...

Everyone needs to feel this way,
This burning sensation, oh I must convey...

The sound of silence...
Mental frailty just cannot withstand...

Tears crash upon wrinkled clothing
Stained from previous grief...

Fleeting thoughts dance,
Under crimson blankets...

Distort this mentality,
Wash out reality...

Uplifted to the tone of silence,
Inspiration in the slightest shadow...