Bloom from decay Follow moss of black rain Run towards shattered laughter Pierce nightly noose as if to welcome him Wait and stay patient โTime will arrive soon enough Though, only few understandโ The mystic in teardropโs reflection whispers She is a woman, creature, a not-yet-spirit tallons reach to comfort Iris torn, fragmented judgment Those eyes melted off skin They sunk towards the floor Deep depths of pit, madness separated weeks Fall, fall slow, invite the insanity The lady with the crook smile and stolen wings