It was a dream a lady fair with blood red lips her eyes speak of sorrow her brittle voice trailed of in despair be strong I told her even if you fall...
Let me sing this tale in a manner long gone for these words speak after my heart my heart which I will bequeath to thee in place of what never can or...
something is missing here thoughts hang on the edge reality feels incomplete the night is blanched white someone is missing here every second die and reborn the fading minutes leave me bare