She talks to the owls and sleeps on the wall,
Her silhouette only appears in the absence of light
When she’s all alone.
She walks backwards to deceive they that hunter her soul,
She wants to be alive but without breathing and feeling,
Her conscience fades with the coming of her dark friend
Who will take her home.
She follows the fairies through the maze of her mind
Where she lays confused and disillusioned,
The hypnotic glowing eyes in the bush call for her presence
As she fades to a world of darkness.
The truth whispers silence as she longs to uncover
The façade of her wounded heart,
At the sight of the truth she stumbles and falls in love
With a mystic face of doom she knows not.
