• My Hallow Halls
    Rest and Weep
    Floors made of water
    Sky deep purple I think
    Crescent moons two for each day
    Long strands of a memory from another time and place
    The world of empty loneliness
    Filled with peace, but also bitterness
    They are hallow but they are my home
    I look to the shadows and then to the light, a soft summer breeze holds me tight
    This is my home, my place to hide
    But in this place so easy to die
    The sizzling sound of the thoughts within
    The water boils and begins to thin
    The fire sparks through
    I run as fast as I can, it will catch me soon
    I fear the hate, the anger it spills like a burning wave it circles me through
    My fallen place to soon to late, the fire walls rise I'm trapped
    I'll die!
    A Little to late, to find my place, the memories they fall I can't keep things in place
    I scream and trash and wake up alone
    The gun in my hand and you are gone
    My Hallow Halls hold you high above
    You are my god and I for am nothing.