My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..

No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.

A false Prophet.

A fools profit.

But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.

Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,

My soul is captured in her stare..

..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.



You can’t save me.

You can’t make me smile,

You cant make me cry,

You can’t hurt me.. don’t have that power over me, that is mine alone.

You can hold me.

You can freeze time just by placing your head on my shoulder.

So soft and delicate on the senses.


You can walk away at any moment..

..and leave me.