As I'm sitting, sitting waiting,
As all my thoughts are congregating,
I find my mem'ries to be tainting,
Forgetting about my Charlotte May.

At Minerva's School of Pristine Boarding,
We first began our timid courting,
And it was clear that she was hoarding,
My heart belonged to Charlotte May.

We got married in December,
Rung in the new year close together,
But soon after she got the letter,
The letter drafted Charlotte May.

They sent her back in shrouds of silver,
No longer living just to wither,
And her coffin made me shiver,
Deep in the ground was Charlotte May.

As I'm sitting, sitting waiting,
Lonely, lost, and always hating,
I realise my thoughts are fading,
Fading away like Charlotte May.

But I remain here, quite unchanging,
The scenes around me rearranging,
My days filled up with hoping, praying,
Until I reach the final day,

And I return to Charlotte May.

I slowly sway back and forth
In my barless cell
It's so big; I can't see the end
I feel like I'm in hell
Imprisoned by my own thoughts
Insanity grips me tight
It wants me to give in, just give up
I won't; I'll fight!

With open arms face me
Hold me tight, embrace me
Wipe my sparkling tears
Take away my bitter fears
Put your wings around me
Show me what life can be
Show me it's not all dreary
My journey has left me weary
Don't let my soul fall apart
Nurture it like a form of art
Be both, my friend and lover
But you must help me recover

Dark age knocking
Thumping on your door
Entering your home
Through the gates of war

You see the reflection
Of its shape in the mirror
With each step it takes
It draws ever nearer

It comes then disappears
Like a serial killer
A giant sword in its hand
Bigger than a pillar

In its mind the power
Of endless deception
It will deceive you
You are no exception

Forever robbing you
Of all your expressions
Killing for its cause
But no time for confessions

What is broken will be whole once more
When the sun sprouts behind the mountains
And peeks through the Earthly door
And all that is whole will be left unwhole
For there needs to be balance
between the world and the soul

Like worms in dirt we burrow
Our faces and expressions
We force them to dwell there.
We make that our obsession.

We know how fragile they are,
Yet we make them fight their way out.
Then we wonder why they're broken
Like eggs when they surface about.

Then yet again we do the same,
And plead them to survive unhurt,
Even though we know they are
Buried inside our bodies' dirt.