"To whom it may concern..."
"... thered be no guises just stories to explore"
"... thered be no guises just stories to explore"

The walls quake
as their sight is found,
as your cold stare
holds a hollow vow .
I remember your breathe
but the air is stale now.
The drop was in my veins,
eyes locked i understand now.
Fine lines pulled as tragedy swung
and i am left as your revolving,
begging for another sound.
I whisper to your deaf ears,
this is not how peace is found.
Close you eyes, then…
I saw him in my dreams before I knew him and the last year with him has been as a dream itself, and now he wants my hand, I couldnt be more lucky!