I know I hear what I'm thinking,
It couldn't be any smaller,
Like the lion's den, where my angel fell,
Into the darkest creeps of the night.

I try to live while I'm sleeping,
I could not see the illusion,
Of the future for rent,
As the silence frequents,
This strange lunar karma.

Lazy oceans of feelings,
I try to swim but they're frozen,
And mine is a heart so choked
And bound in wire rope,
Then the morning brings the day.