Your words scream softly in the depths of this dream

Unaware that things are not what they seem:

The pale, full moon shines in the night

and the sad wolf's song rings out with fright.

The sweet scented roses sharpen their thorns

While the breeze blows softly;

Making trees mourn

Your illusions

They guide me

Through this dark maze

Releasing the loneliness that has held me for days

Your hypnotizing words corrupt my mind

Killing me softly,

Making me blind.

Bittersweet tears will roll down my face

As we continue this game

Toying with fate