Not the knife to steal a life

Your now a feeble wife

Shamed beyond the grave

That holds in his bare hands

After the war the fields

Blood rolls around

And there is nothing

No real love to be found

Feelings catch on the tree

Life pulled out of a careless

Dream of fooled kings

The place opens into 

Vapors 

Vapors

Twirling inside the empty

There is a mouse 

Still there hiding

And pretending for nothing

Lies that fade 

Spoken to the glass

Heard by the mirror

Her lips lose their color

And it is over.