Among The Trees, Holding Her Out My Hands "What About A Walk?" I Avoid The Sharp Splinters Of Her Sweet Shattered Gaze. Step By Step Into The Labyrinths Of Doubt Every Shelter: A Trap. While Distresses I Witness The Twilight Of My Heart You Spread Around Drops Of Light Unaware Of The Rustle Of Invisible Syllables: "You Will Not Get Out Of Eternal Peace!" And The Virgin Blade Kisses, -Freeing- Your White Throat.
No Pain I'm Quite Sure She Feels No Pain! The Voice Still Throbs: "Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves!" (Incubus)