When it comes to you, I have no doubts in mind For our love, I won't think twice
From her mind, grand adventures and scenic worlds bloomed beautifully.
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers
Porcelain limbs bound by silk chains, Button eyes masked with velvet fabric Bathed in the deepest hue of scarlet Mouth sealed, stitch by stitch, Never will it speak again