• Curious, kill me, to keep me alive
    Take me away to the home of my dreams
    To a desolate street in the midst of the day
    Aged by the people whom lived long ago.

    Houses that rot from dirt and decay
    Tiled floors white are stained with sin.
    The schoolyard is blank after years of play
    Footsteps that echo are only my own.

    An ambience whispers so soft yet so loud
    Wheels on the pavement
    The cries of a child
    Now spirits so dead
    Been there for a while

    Bliss and felicity
    Inside his old reveries
    Had given me faith
    Through those wretched years

    Parchments of silk
    Now cinders of misery
    Collecting the loess
    Beside his deathbed

    Yet warm in the cold
    and new in the old.
    Something still glitters
    In what isn't gold.

    Take me not, Curious, to a ballroom of glass
    Where the ladies and gentlemen continue to dance
    Vivacity roars, a lion in pride, but
    Picturesque beauty seduces the weak.

    So lovely, so lovely, the aureate masks
    Enticed by the curtains softer than silk
    Held so close, yet reticence killed
    The hands that I held just couldn't be mine.

    Give me hands calloused, relentlessly scarred.
    For something be voiced for running that far?
    Gilded hands shatter and refuse remain'd.
    How revered the hands whom anguish bequeathed.

    Grant me, O Curious:
    A poet, no words.
    For words left unsaid
    Will conquer the earth.

    So haunting a beauty that lacks what it seems...
    Take me away to the home of my dreams.