Rain-soaked and buried
In a dreary, summer day...

Vacancy in a hopeless heart
In dismay, she takes flight, falls...

Feel the age upon my face
your grace, it pulls me through...

It is too deep to feel you
too steep, love far and away...

Her eyes, frigid today
they whimper and close...

As autumn ages
we return to the night...

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...

A girl I once held
(oh, always) sweetly...

Lips bleeding wo
rds...