Deny

The disc of our world peels
Like the skin
Of a sunburned tourist

Deny

She slipped into the night
Taking with her
The only light I knew

Deny

I want to taste the future
What approaches
To whom does it belong

Deny

The dust, the sand
Crusted tears demand
She find the path again

Deny

Sweet delicate Nonesuch
Rising in his mind's eye
Breathless beauty of her smile

Deny

Cold, empty and alone
I stand
Amidst my fallen dreams

Deny

Who would call me home
And to who
Do I belong

Deny

The time of my life
The look of my future
The remains of my past

Deny
Deny
Denied
Denied