Something inside sighing Trying to hide crying Wishing to try flying Out of the shadows of the night Something alone weeping Out of the hours seeping Into the heart fleeing Out of the shadows of the night
Here you come galloping ‘cross honey crystaled shores. Where shells are made of candy. Soda pop waves! Oh, so dandy! A deaf snail can hear your tastebuds screaming With starved delight.
There you race, to and fro. A sugary breeze and in you go. While cinnamon drops encourage the land. …Drop the ridiculous umbrella, and Take my hand.
An icy complexion, Shimmering with crystallized Memories if an envied past. Rapid footsteps silently Screaming the devil’s song. Bare secrets slipping on Forbidden motives Beneath a spirit’s watchful eye as bitter sirens leap from wounds unseen.