As the sun burns away.
Knives leave scars on the body.
Scars that your words dont show.
Yet now they are seen.

I am thorn between two.
One i know. One that was.
One i dont. One that wont.
Both painful.

A Robin from the past;
The Tulip of Ubar.
A Sparrow from the now;
The Sapphire Siren.

A clouded mind will keep you there, lost in thought.
You're there in my head. The both of you.
One forbidden, one forsaken.
Only path you will lead me to, is that of suffering.

Its time to sharpen the axe.
Beat the drum.
Call the executioner.
The time has come.