Bring your hopes to me,
I will set them free...

The trees sway their limbs in an eldritch dance
The wind whips the leaves so they clatter...

Now in the throes of that one soundless melody,
He truly opens his eyes for the first time...

Colour leach between lines,
Ink is that...

When you talk about it,
You never use the present tense...

His life is a mirror, the mirror is stained.
He thinks he knew what they meant this time...

"A bird!" cried he, and tipped his head...
Mouth open, as if the cloud would crack...

I turned my back to the Sun's harsh rays,
Haven't a lust for light these days...

You've got constellations hidden in your smile,
Show them to me...

What's the beauty of the setting sun?
The colours although the night has come...

Why are there never as many roses as thorns?
One flower...

Hey there chum,
It's Lucifer...