In thy open palm blow night's hypnotic dust
Utter enigma entwining twist
Affliction lingers as that of awful taste
The waste

Spun the tapestry
Youthful hopes manipulate
Receptive psyche hesitates

Grasp thy hand
Toward the valleys amid foreboded skies
Scavenger circle about as the dead die

There is no anger only resentment
Damage done
Ghostly sensation

Spawn this being exists before thee
Creature numb to thee
Memories continue to haunt
Wander about their taunting

Never considering till it was too late
Walls rose tis fate
Regretting now wasting the effort

Hopes brought open your heart
Take you that place
Make your heart race

Anticipating
Feel the blood rush
Hush place thy hand thy lips

Silence, making my peace
Your words
The memories that come with them
Pang in this heart
This one would have offer it all
Face the face that made this I must bid a due

For you're lost in your ways
My words are haze (to you)
Evening mist carries off what's left of this heart