The gold sun fractures against the glass,
I sink into velvet, heavy and deep.
Where the barbed edges of the hours pass,
I surrender my bones to the venom of sleep.
 
I sink into velvet, heavy and deep,
as the walls dissolve into violet mist.
I surrender my bones to the venom of sleep,
leaving a world that I barely missed.
 
As the walls dissolve into violet mist,
pulse-tides surge through my mind.
Leaving a world that I barely missed,
where the clocks of reality shatter and grind.
 
Pulse-tides surge through my mind,

Cold and desperate hungry and alone.The heat is off and no one's home.There's no food in the cupboard , no socks or shoes for my feet , but there's guns and drugs and homeless sexual deviant predators , trolling my street. 

Only 8 years old when I learned, sometimes even the good guys are bad. And if you get caught talking to the wrong crooked cop, you'll end up a corpse stuffed in a bag. 

Dumped in the Mississippi or left in the alley. Another casualty of society, a nameless faceless, nobody just another Cold Case to be forgotten. 

The golden sun descends on silver frost,
two bleeding seasons dance upon the line.
Where burning summer heat is paid and lost,
the icy breath of darkness makes them twine.

A trembling bloom of fire, pure and white,
descends to meet the landscape down below.
Her burning touch ignites the freezing night,
to kiss the pale domain of falling snow.

Though destiny decrees they must depart,
an endless love is burned into their mind,
and tears their fleeting, earthly lives apart,
they leave a living legacy behind.