A melted dream runs down my eyes
in drips of a scented past
An echo of memory\'s velvet lies
painted a stain on shadows cast
A trembling of ripples shakes my skin
A breeze from the mind dries dark skies
Flush fresh sewage into a black pond of sin
wearing a bruised smile\'s disguise
Walking on Egyptian water
whispering willow through willow
A lamb to the slaughter
in a reed basket with a pillow