• The brightness of the light burns my skin
    I keep the sound from breaking my lips
    The heart breaking scream from the spirits
    The touch will be cold but know one shall know
    It will be like the wind in your lungs
    A touch from me
    Animals bark at the soul
    That always hides to take the wip of white
    To break are bones
    I
    Scream with the spirits but know one shall hear
    The tears from the animals will be as sad as a lost one