Do u believe in the art of growing old?
Do u believe that someone can save your soul...

A conversation with myself.
Hollow phrases that scare me...

Wispered breaths from dry,
grey tongues...

You see me lying here.
So helpless and bland...

Silent songs that rip through sleep,
vexation...

The shadows speak
of darkness...

Set this world on fire.
Flash a blaze with every wisper...

Play me music.
A song from the ages...