On that eve the rain fell like knives As clouds of dark condensed above her Yet in bliss unaware, they loved without care Not knowing this night would devour the other
By morn' she was drawn to silence As ignorance now flamed inside her A mind lost in these acts of violence Within walls of cold white that surround her...
Falling walls of cold light that now bound her...
So steal a line, recite a verse from the poet's play, but none could heal her from her curse Like a helpless child, she was held at bay For she wished to leave but the world stood in her way
To her comfort then came the rain Playing a tune against her window But in death unaware, her mind was not there But halfway to a world she now craved to go...
In dreams awake she prayed for release If only this scarred heart could finally cease Enough nightmares (for a lifetime) she had now seen...
And no hope is born from this eclipse For the world will remain as cold as it is, Cold as it's always been...
And I stole a line, but she could not hear, The voice of her love nor the end drawing near...
"Follow mw" Spake the crow In tongues of old And she followed him
And on the dawn of the third day She left behind this world of grey And even the rain froze to mourn as she slipped away...
"So fragile is our slumber Awakened only by death's cold gleam For what are we but dreamers On the sharp end of a broken dream..."