• Stuck where is unknown
    through cold,
    oh my, beautiful thoughts,
    lined gold.
    Thrown away
    deep into the bitter cold
    of the deepest ocean,
    where the rapture turns to dust
    whats left behind begins aflame.
    Dreams begin, thoughts trampled behind.
    A dance oh so brilliant,
    crys out to the stars,
    weeps to the ones lost.
    Heavens gone, the dark is so bright.
    Fade to its beginning,
    beginning to what has come to end.
    The end has come, too short.
    This Nightmare...
    what has it to END?!