\When the Mind Mingles/
No one will forget, no one will tell the tale. Tears of crystal, of lost
memoirs.
My throat is filled with dust, my hands removed, and the tale is trapped
within myself. The air is thicker than it was in those days.
Past is dead, likewise my future.
Such beautiful fingers, why are they red? Who can say?
My tears mingle, making it run faster than my speed of thought.
Smile with me, walk with me, stroll through memory lane from Hell. Don't
say a word, just listen please. Gasp, cry, don't utter a breath with
sadness.
Strange, you don't seem to realize that you are alone.