That mirror my only paradise.
A love emerald falls on my heart,
It has left its mark only twice.
With distinct intentions
You sing, and they're burning.
I can't help to wonder.
How's the world still turning
When hatred pours through cracks
That envelope my being.
The Crimson Sores unclear
That path where you're fleeing.
~Emily Adams May 18, 2004
-Amy Lee