The Grandfather clock chimes dreadfully,
As I sit here in the dark, alone...
a 12 year old in darkness
a power made her "strange"...
I am dying,
unfortunately not fast enough...
Here I am living in a secret garden
Closing my soul hoping my spirit would harden...
My whole life is about letting go
Losing control, and just letting it show...
I keep my dreams close together
All resembling one another...
Staring at these padded walls
Something deep in the corner crawls...
Feeling sorry for myself,
and cowering in the shadows...
Tortured Devotion
Sitting alone on a beach of black sand...
Race to the End
From the top we glide...