Cool stretches of imagination colour this land
I hold your picture
My hand trembles
Visualizing the way sunlight catches your eyes
I was there, you were near

Now I wonder
Under the sea in fear
With music blaring that I can no longer hear

The deal was raw
The trade was a head of false words
You sent me a bouquet of thorns
A mind full of fear

Resenting nothing but the shadows
Questioning what occurred in the darkest corners of time
Only they know
Only I can surmise

Deserving to be angry
A flame corrupted by the stream
Nothing erupts out but steam
Know I know
I ask you
Leave my dreams