Speak
You've lost your voice...

The road dark and desolate like her mind
A silver heart and thorn-less rose on a chain...

Find something sharp
Dig deep into pain...

White horse
High tower...

Suspense hangs from his weakened lips
Words tumble out, his wary mind trips...

It doesn't excuse anything
I hate putting you there...

Grab my hand, Lady of Mystery
Reveal thine identity to thee...

You can peep through my window
And watch the funny freak show...

An inferno of flame enraged pits and valleys
Red hot infrared at any visable point...

Shards of ice ready to drop silently
Destroying more hopeful wishes...

I see you dancing in my head, holding roses at my...
Subtly slipping you fingers into mine, a perfect...

A few salty tears push through
Breaking the barricade pouring...