The Dock reigns strong and calm,
The Sea, in turn, falls to the authoritative...

To be able to talk to a listening ear,
about my loneliness...

You can tell alot about a soul from how it bleeds...
More from the way it shares the distress...

A soul or two in my behest,
I try to conjure up the rest...

Tell me what I know...

Oh sweet Angel,
What have you done...

Moths that fly inside my heart,
My used heart, so numb and cold...

Never question what was said.
The expected choice of path to tread...

The smell of a rose cannot be as blossomed,
as the essence of a beggar man's word...

He walks head down through the woods,
It began here a long time ago...

The moon's enthralling glare lashes out at my once...
Sincere to you, to your hunger and despair...

You laugh at me
Diminish what is me...