Emptiness overflows on the page
It leaves behind a red taint
You wipe it away
As dullness approaches
The mask falls
It shatters before you
You are reveled
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Appears upon the page
She has a big mouth
Words eroticly steam up the page
The steam becomes a wraith
Searching through the moors
Always seeking missed affection
What will the mist sing
Will it's magical voice grace me
Will the lone marsh be my only home
Marsh
Marsh
Marsh
Sing to me
Tell me tales of old
This wraith wants the light
The light of peace
The light of a home
The light of forgiveness
Sing
Sing
Sing
For me
I won't forget it
