15 April 2012
And she has, Stone cold pools, air blue, hole black. Her ocean no longer a safe place to hide. Those brown and red bricks aren't a fort anymore. Defences down, Smoke signals up. No one puts out the fires. Her razing inferno.
And she is, Haunted by ghosts white, and devils red. Nightmares in her head only she sees, From evil in the world only she's seen. Soul's on her sleeve, torn, tatty and emerald. Sparkling and warm, Gleaming as she convulses. A poisoned abyss.
Your Hands Are Cold • Opuss № I