Your mind is a Prison, Where you play both the guards and the inmates.
The eyes of the young Forever fear the faces of the old. The eyes of the old fear…
Voices in the dark, Broken words. The Signature of torment.
(Link to – Part 1) Part Two Night had begun its mournful descent on the devastated city. With the child hugged tight in my arms
Leave my dreams be. Leave them to me. They are not yours. They are mine. My dreams are not commodities. My hopes are not shares.