Why should I speak?
For my lips are simply nothing,
but a device for you
to interpret.

And have I seen
a person so divine,
so sweet,
and a heart of stone diamonds come alive?

I have not.

I have seen myself
but the mirror isn't such good
company
not when the pieces cease to
fit

All I've done
that I can yet recall
hasn't seemed so pure.
But you have slaved over your
eyes
for they are now finally
alive.

I cannot welcome the warmth of
anyone,
for I look at fire,
and it appears as ice.

Maybe I can call to you,
just this once,
because you haven't looked into the
fire,
craving more goosebumps.

I still feel the same,
and thats why I left the cotton skies,
for a desert of only green.