won't you come an visit me
take a stroll through the garden
we can touch the pretty flowers
they stare up at me with fancy smiles
and sometimes they tell me stories
stories about you-

she was dancing in the moonlight
her soft pale skin absorbed the glow
with coal black hair flowing in the breeze
embracing the lover she favored over you

this is where i belong
a timeless vacuum
sedated from the world