I think I saw you in my dreams;
You had the eyes of a vengeful hunter,
Picking wispy silver threads of your
Forgotten Lies.

I think I saw you in my eyes;
Your voice was soaked with hidden warmth,
Dancing in the wind with
Unforgiving Fingers.

I think I saw you on my tongue;
Your skin was crisp with spiteful recollection,
Tasting bitter winter in
Pitiless Remorse.

The road stretched far beyond Sight, and
Voices caressing my limbs
Played with my thoughts like
Underneath ashen skin,
Your eyes screamed for release.

I think I saw you in my soul.