She died
it was the 15th...

Will i ever be good enough
will i ever do right...

They grow inside her
and then she falls...

She lands on my finger
and twirls and laughs...

The devil comes
and the devcil goes...

The nymphs cradle me
and spred dew on my cheeks...

I feel the wind across my cheeks
and the cold of the concrete on my feet...

It was cold that night
i touched your hand, cold as ice...

Your kiss was sweet
your breath was warm...

A teardrop falls and the earth shakes someone...

The cold steel against my skin the sharp pain as...