A pretty rose so silent
ash crumbles in its bed...

She dances in us
all...

Mystery sound, maybe angels
a glow which graces smiles...

She, with delic
ate...

Alligators taste reflection books from my heart...

Lips bleeding wo
rds...

Ashes of the dying past
will see us lying there...

Bury me down, clouds
kiss my sun; fold me up tight...

Graphite under your skin
the pain left within...

Just say the word, and I am there for you.
Just think that thought, and I'll think it too...

Does this mirror hold recollection?
am i in your heart with this reflection...

My burning surface
grows that cold night's distance...