Emotions--tied together in rings of camouflage, building up in a series of songs and sighs; As the heart beats mysteriously, irreverently, while hopeless tears explode from captive eyes.
Portraits--of sinister solutions surely project, the wanton hurt of many passionate moments; Cries from the soulless, the mastermind falling, as drifting snowflakes dissolve from missives sent.
Fear--those wordless notions of discontent, built like pyramids to last in the eternal sphere; Gravely woven into a faded, jumbled tapestry, weakened by Fate, holding on with pride revered.
Words--how they burden us with legacies, descriptive and expressive but not always right; The ghosts of our past seem ever-present now, as they seek what's meaningful in spirits of the night.