Dreams. I awake in a fog from all of these dreams, That trouble me more than all that I've seen. Through the greying decay and nebulous greens, My faulted foundations are brought to their knees. 'As I wade to the waist with a haunted hue, Through a thick sea of contradictory blues, My skin is sharp; as bitter cold breaths are drew. Whilst here treading the tide - am I losing you?' 'Caught in this fray amid the desolate hills, I battle with the black rain that never stills. The silence in the row is a clouded thrill - That feeds bass to my heart 'til the quiet is filled.' 'In the depths of the darkest space that I've been, I hear a voice - yours - and I struggle to breath. You're here, you're close but why can't you be seen? My tired longing to see your face it tortures me.'