I don't know what I'm writing anymore.
This pen in my hand has a life of its own...

I've held on long enough,
It is time to let go...

Walking along shattered dreams,
They are heading nowhere...

They sit on the bench,
Where the piano awaits...

Sitting here quietly
I look around...

Her eyes are closed,
As she walks along the shore...

He wears a mask that covers his face,
Only his eyes can be seen...

Dear Mother,
Since birth you have cared for me...

I have never loved like this before,
My heart has never been broken either...

As I sat by my window,
I looked outside...

*the last installation to My Dark Reverie*
I climbed back up the cliff...

*the second installation to My Dark Reverie*
I stood where I was laid to rest...