• the purest of turths in the world
    the touch of angels wings that are never real
    the cold that seeps through the heat of the skin
    the sins we creat
    the sober ones
    never drank deep of the dreams
    they never saw the fantasy of the wonderland
    the war is raging
    take me
    guide me
    show me what it is i need
    i need the light to shine
    lost i will not see
    mute i can not cry for help
    unlearned i can not fend for myself
    now the days grows dark
    the winter wonderland
    turned to a deserted tundra
    what is the red that stainds it?
    what is the cry from afar?
    someone
    anyone
    can you hear me can you answer me?
    no you can not
    for i can not speak
    i can not see
    i can do nothing
    fading from the place
    still the questions unanswered
    why did the winter wonderland fade?
    to show no more than a frozen tundra?
    what is the red that stains it?
    the cry fron afar
    who utter it?
    the day turns to grey
    frozen
    blinded
    muted
    no answers came