An echo of dust and smoke
Lingering, whispering
Gentle lullabies softly choked,
A last breath of cold redemption.
Forgiveness -

It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
poisoning, Envying
But In the darkness they were cloaked,
The stars screamed their
Horror

In a blinding madness.
It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
Wishing, hoping, dreaming
The veil of mist in which She woke
Caressed her face with

A lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
Waiting, cunning, smiling
She glanced in naive giddiness
At the monster in their veins -

Clawing at her heart with
A lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing.
An echo of dust and smoke,
Waiting, wishing, poisoning, lingering
Cunning, hoping, envying, whispering
Smiling, dreaming

Clawing at her heart with
A lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing.
An echo of dust and smoke
Smiling.
Smiling, but her eyes were dead.

She was smiling but her eyes were dead.