There is something much quieter then sleep
For her to wish it every single day
She wears the morning upon her cheek
Her bones shivering beneath                                    
A faint dry sound cracks the air
Thicker than rain and hail
The trees are painted rubies
As blood red as shattered eyes
Hiding the truth beneath blue
In which sets these autumn skies
Drowning in the fumes of death
Her hair soft lifted in the wind
Sinking her everlasting grin