Someday soon, everything will be still.
The Heavens Quake, the Earth Shakes Yet..
I found You...
A silent sleeping heart,
A widow maker yet you make me No widow.
Spare me once will you spare me again?
How many times until this world ends?
Love me now or Love me then.
A Stinging Stigma, My struggle.
May that It be that Widow Maker Is Helpless?
I pray thee protect us.
Fortunes found in just a String.
And just a Cloth to lure you off.
Yet something maybe worth the luring
But what if I’m Wrong?