Gossip among flowers
One sharp line
Fragmented by element
Haunted by time
Brain-blemished guardian
Too sloppy, it slips between hands
Club of half-baked memories
Drifting into high and holy
Calendar architect, in need of a triple-soaked cure
First: let currents drill once more
Second: let swords slash the air
Third: bring me back to life
Sift through sadness
Shadows onto ocean
Darkness stripped of its color
Drowning in a river of lights