I am the first a shadow at the end of the hallway I spin the carousel the laughter recedes away my finger on your lips I stole something precious.
I am the second alone in a faceless crowd a human caught in monochrome dreams I scream to wake up my voice dreams deep underground only the dead can hear me see me.
I am the third a master a sentinel of awakeness I hold truth like a torch shadows flicker before me rapid eye follow the chain of thought until the silence ends.