• Kastle of ivy in the hills, hidden in misty rain.
    A lonely man is waiting
    two lovers are running in vain.

    He waits amidst his green tower, he dreams of obsessive lust.
    Paints a portrait of his affections,
    induced by dreaming and drugs.

    All the doors we open in slumber, opened worlds we alone may create.
    Or a memory, a destiny, a reason, to battle the burdens of pain.

    Can love hold strong through addiction and greed,
    Beyond mundane realization

    Diving after them into a dream.