Faster than my ribbon could flutter to the ground, this hope was washed away
Torn to sheds is the fate of those with claws,
Kiss me, kill me; give me at least one lie…
Something to believe in
The storm outside calls to my soul, a possession I just may trade
The whispering wind is a comfort I can feel,
More so than the shadow of a dream….
A hope I thought I lived for
Let it rain, pools of mirrors on the ground, drowning the ribbon to a darker shade of red….