Your eyes once erased my soul from its burning hell.
I was sure, but now I wonder what’s behind my vermillion shaded bruise.
As my tears are wasted in an abounded wishing well.
I believe I lost, but I manifest – I manifest hope – I manifest.
On myself I ruse.
Let’s play chess, you’re the queen of the swans,
and my heart is the broken pieces called your loyal pawns.