Upon the Clouds You Weep

Violet eyes feigning

Your voice invokes my only sleep

Grace without glory

Upon the clouds you weep

Paled by your cruelty

Unbound to all I see

In truth, I am where I was before

The first thought of you brings a thousand more

What came over me when the fever broke

I forgot myself deep within the smoke

If I could concede to your blade of gold, to the hastening

I would run back through time to my fleeting world