~*The Silver Inches by which it falls...*~

[unravel_]

Days on Days off.
I never know which way the clock turns.
The way your face looks ruddy red in such a purplish hue.
Why so damper?
Follow me into secret visions of what is to become.
inside the yellow brick nowhere, nothing at all.

I think it was never safe..
...never.

I will always be lost and confused..naive..in my own right.

Don't cry/pray/believe in me.

For, I, dear ones, will just disappoint.