…The ticktock of time allows me to see An owl turn to an echo The butterfly to a cocoon A swan to ugly duckling A lake to an ocean The dead times awake As I've been called myself to yesterday The flower has fallen its…

…Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves To the echo of the summer softly weeping Sinking further in this sanguinary sea Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes Into the night we ride, scars wide open…

…movements float in the fog There's no dread you'll forget in the dead of December Hear the dawn's breeze echo night's song Remain on, build your eerie Eden Swim in your enchanted land Seek your heaven, build your eerie…