The perfumed voice spoke...
The earth moved in it"s presence
Power of a lion with cashmere touc
Who is She this beautiful creatur
They indulge in her presence yearn

The soil is my bed....
The stone is my pillow...
Do not come near my tent for you a
a destruction of great note..
You call me the needy yet you need

hardest it is to say goodbye....
angel of my dreams.
the mask of joy am now wearing
acting on the biggest stage... my
the very air I breathe reminds me

They say... silence is golden
They say God is found in the esse
How could this ever be for it is k
The dreams of us contained within
are choking the existance out of m

I live on borrowed smiles....
daily they keep on leaving me....
to where I can"t find them
They break my heart... going to ho
with no windows.

Will you kiss my blistered hands?
Will you soothe my bruised soul?
My bones are broken ...carry me...
I am the injured heal me...
Sing me of victory and I’ll be th

Pieces of myself are scattered all
my itching brain dead yet fatigued
who am I to the core?
what is my very existance all abou

She... she laid wordless..
horizontally in her home with no w
All she has ever done forgotten...
Her loud silence echoed in the cav
and mountains.