To fall apart, to lose your one, under pounding rain. Both dressed in Loneliness and coherent to the pain. Living by such clouded dreams, Blinded was my sight. Beneath the trees on a moss grown bed is where I'll sleep tonight. As I lay in mellow thought, losing track of time, Gently blows the whispering wind and dancing are the pines. Crickets sing a lullaby as my eyes begin to glare. Dreaming of her calming voice and gorgeous flowing hair. Deeper in my trance, my mind begins to flee. Tragic reoccurring thoughts of slyly poisoned tea. Panic ran across her face, but she never made a sound. Lifeless did her body grow, falling to the ground. With a smile upon my face, here soul is finally mine. Now buried is her body in this forgotten maze of pines.