Living in nothing days with pale skies, crushing time beneath sinful feet; she watches with blood stained eyes blind ambivalent souls clutching on to hope, but mocking faith. look away Let it Pass.  


Through water colored rainbows, lemon chiffon skies, Nymphs Play... thought to be sleeping, painting mischief behind the guise of closed eyes. Oh how they giggle in their dream state... secrets keeping Much too tired to fly they say, always up for peeping.