bring it all back to me
your shutting eyes
silent lids fly open to the sound of my
my hollow screams
to you
to you i fly
and all around us are the same things
are the old things
all the things you have forgotten and i've just seen
out of the ashes rise the sharpest blades
forcing themselves on us as we try to twist away
where is recollection
where is dream
all the echoes of your patter in my skull
where is comfort
where is solace
there are dead, dark dreams within these tombs
and we fly away
