In your house I see the white stairs and an empty window at the end.
Shards pierce my dreams as I try not to fall out. In your memories I see where you are coming from. It's in your side, this frame I realize. It's all inside, this pain I see inside. In your arms I see the feather caressing my happiness with empty hands. With the power to hold on and the power to let go, faltering fingers let me go. Hide me away in Asgard, where protection was forged in greed. Lay the last stones tomorrow when the seasons begin to fade. Now the gods are saved from the wrath of the giants. An insatiable lust for pain it was seen long ago in a carbon coated lie, which demanded perfection. Horrid selfish trickery ALL FOR GREED. Now the time has come it was not supposed to work. Innocent lust of an animal...