Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...

Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...

My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...

Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...

In the mirror
a place time forgot...

Deep in the dark we huddle,
no food or water to spare...

A dream to me is reflection
of all things my mind taketh in...

Your tread of love upon my heart brings light
Though hard you fight to make me feel alright...

Beauty doesn't guarantee all things good
Nor happiness laid on an open plate...

As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...