• Under clouds of grey, sitting alone to live a life of loveless imperfection.
    Shifting seasons, give no looks as they drift away, and the stars I stare upon mean nothing as they wither and die.

    Whispers of winter beckons me to stay.
    My deepest would love too, there's nothing left to lose.
    Sweet tears I gave to you, in unheard words slit the throat of life and death.

    You wont find me when I leave during the storm.
    Along the way you'll lost yourself and I'll find you.
    I wont say a word, just pass through me.
    Waiting I despair, more unheard words.
    Two steps towards you, leads me where the two words meet The End.