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
Rainfall;
Underneath ashen skin,
Your eyes screamed for release.

I think I saw you in my soul.