<[He Fell]>
falling high above ground...

Storing moods can eat you from within,
the disappointment, the noise, the din...

Whenever he desired solitary existence
the castle called his name...

Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...

Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality...

Sitting on a hill
naked and proud...

Falling high above ground
way above his minds eye...

When he cleared his throat
many people drowned...

To swallow a shadow is to swallow a companion
to relinquish all care to those bowels of despair...

Hiding in a wall in somebody else's mind
he observed the emotion that they called 'love...

After many moons had passed
many suns burnt his earlobes...

On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...