Swirling Lullaby Lonely lullaby lost in the tides of time, repeating itself to avoid the bottomless pit of oblivion, a black hole made of the sweetest memories and of lost hopes and abandoned wishes, slipped from human hearts frozen by fear, forced away by cruel souls. Whispering damsels, chained in gothic castles in your velvet web of frozen hopes stilled and prevented from reaching any goal, forced to wander in an unknown vacuum, trampled upon to become nonsensical helplessness and submission of volition, hear my echo in your lonely and dark chambers embroidered in silvery tears that shine bright by night, but are still as honeydew and transparent as cobwebs by day. Broken souls and faded eyes, a trembling fist upon your breast, believe in my words and trust your dying hope, there is still salvation for you beyond your gaze and your broken smile, beyond your warm salty tears and your lover's goodbye. The hartred forced back in your gaze at the altar, the bleeding eyes of the woman in the mirror, the golden hair faded to rotten hay, the sapphyre of your eyes diluted in a blurry bluish haze troubled by misty grey clouds, the rosebuds of your lips withered into the colour of ashes, the fair and smooth skin crumbling like pastry...hear my beam of song and hear it well, thou must not let them push you into oblivion's well. Your strenght and persistance put forth and hold them tight, for they are shiny and resistant weapons against the whirlpools of insanity and forced fright. This lilting melody, nothing more than a whisper, your shield against any troubled water let be, and when shadows trouble your sleep, utter me softly and gently, and from oblivion safe and sound I will be.