Get up, out of bed. Open the curtains and the...
Remember last night, it was not a dream...

Does this paper see through my eyes,
Like I do, its own purpose in my life...

No more, no more can I
Charge them with truths...

We are no longer homesick for the places we have...
For the moments of disappointment and the dark...

I never wanted to be her february song,
All that I promised was to slip away...

Locks of raven have tumbled far,
Down slender and pale grafts...

Pain this time strikes equally deep.
And my heart is too tired to continue...

The images flicker and score themselves upon the...
Between the world of sleep and wake they blurr...

I think the shadow of light,
From my keyhole is to blame...

The brown haired girl gave me a look, the irish...
We searched for paths with tree roofs, and floors...

Fox-prints in the snow,
Leading towards the dark...

It was a late night when she came into sight,
Standing by the road she asked if I was alone...