Guilty eyes, Homicide,
I caught you in a prison of your kind,
A prisoner of your mind.

Once you ebbed along a river,
Lost in yourself,
Worring less of the worldy mirror,
Years back, love, you weren't your visitor.

Didn't held back then,
Married guilty eyes and knotted hems,

But I met you then, besides homicide den,
Caught amidst a prison of your kind,
A prisoner of your mind.

Catching lifeless time trains,
You thought you were insane,
That you ran back from rains,
but still felt lion's main,
Met guilty eyes, homicide.

You didn't held back then,
Asked if I were a timeless friend,
Lost in yourself, you gave up on that edge.
Not knowing, I would've kept you as mine,
Hadn't you let go in dim lights.

Guilty eyes, Homicide,
I caught you in a prison of your kind,
A prisoner of your mind.

*also, published under 'Whistling Rush'. Deciding which collection it fits better.