The Beauty of lost                                                                                                                   

I give you a coin, i made from a stone
i give you a song, i stole from the moon
o give you the blood, from out of my vein
when this dream comes the pain goes away
then everything goes i feel reality
and i summon with poison and summon with pain
she lies unmoving, breath, shallow
and she lost to the world and beyond her wild dreams
a castle made of clouds