I long for the touch of the moon,
Nyx's gift to me...

With one solemn look into your eyes,
I realize where my place has been...

Down, down, down falls the last tear she will ever...
Falling ever so elegantly in an ominous glow...

A chance to escape
With your glass heart agape...

It's been coming for awhile now, always lurking on...
As we stood side by side looking out at it...

The queen sits upon her throne of hearts
Red and black mixing caustically...

I refuse to feel the emptiness I felt
When you turned away from me...

This beach, one of morbid solitude,
invigorates the dreamer within me...

I have always seen
My dreams...

Touch me, kiss me,
Make me blush...

Little by little I gain which was lost,
My soul, my all, amongst crushed dreams...

A candle hushed, blown out
A mask burned and stripped...