It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...

The daylight is waning....
crimson hues tinge the azure blue sky...

Through the tangled wraiths of your innocent lies,
Resurrected hues of the truth shall rise...

Drifting through a crystal sea,
Of twisting, turning faceless dreams...

Clouds drifted over a winter's day,
Staining the idle sunshine in a sepia wreath...