If pain could turn into smokeThe sky would go outThe sun would lose its charmWithout light to guide usIf pain could turn into smokeThe blue would fadeAll life would turn to embersIn this thirst to cryGray returnsThe world spinsThe...

Imagine you were in a picture gray Drifting into space within a songWith no words to leave a sirenAnd no sound to match a drum A choir lost to sing Tunes that fade to whiteIn frames passingLost in time Going Gone

June is where the chill must endJuly brings on the fireAugust hints of love to bendSeptember feeds desireOctober haunts the lonely soulsNovember feeds the beastDecember gives to hearts of oldJanuary forgets the leastFebruary stings the broken heartMarch springs eternal...