Behind these shattered eyes, dwells a portrait.
Frozen images, of hardened regret...

It was a peaceful house of worship,
A simple gathering, to praise his love...

My soul is so tired,
(So weak...

(Then)
It's the letting go I can't seem to do...

There were nights,
When we hung the stars together...

If only these walls that I built, could talk,
From this ivory tower that prevents me to be set...

A kiss and a sigh,
Two worlds became one...

The entrails of cigarette smoke...
How it always reminds me of a serpents glow...

A soft broken whisper,
Too fragile for ears...

How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...

Underneath,
The wrinkles of my skin...

You.
That beautiful being that you are...