• Her heart beats are numbered
    her rich blood is thinning
    if only they understood
    this is just just the beginning.

    The end is a start
    one she has craved
    only few can full fill it
    only few can be saved

    Love is it's reason
    fear is it's stall
    but reasons are nothing
    it's a hard way to fall

    Every tunnel has an end
    no matter how it seems
    that all darkness there is light
    why our dreamers still dream dreams.

    Nightmares they feed on
    blood is their strength
    nothing can stop them
    few are weakened by the length

    But wishes and desires prove strong
    and understanding is what they need
    few can be near them
    as they plant the seed

    Changing their reasons
    changing their hope
    changing their being
    needing no longer to cope

    Stopping the flow
    of thou fair heart
    making the end
    a damned of a start.