Coiling braids of uncertainty binding me down,
Down in an invisible brand of despair
Too late I have found out my dreams
Are naught but a prison
Of time.

If my life is not what I thought it to be
And my faith is a trail of deceit
That leaves me undone and mindless inside this
Drowned fantasy.

A gust of wind carries my fingers beyond
In a silent screech of terror
I dance my sight away in icy cold
Knowingly,
Knowingly,
I melt in the moonlight.