To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

Green meadows or grey rooms,
I can't quite tell

It sparkled and breathed.

People in white,
conversing in an alien tongue
I can't quite tell

Only the faintest flavor remains, a whiff time to time
All through the day

At noon it struck;
Yes!
I see it all at once;
I feel it;
Beauty, depth, insanity
I am enraptured in the glorious swan song

Before my dream disappears forever,
beyond this world
Only its lovely essence lingering

I had a path
It was right in front of me
But I didn't know
It wasn't meant for me

When your eyes meet mine
The fun adventure begins