• And my strengths, they melted into a weakness,
    The sword thrust back into the shallow stone.

    For when words they fall like sleepy snow,
    A white christmas, a losing dream away,
    With this open page, this sunken rage,
    My stolen prose casually led a-stray.

    The Devil watches me through the window,
    Banished in the mist of smoke and flame,
    I love you like an ocean, I lv u 2 bby,
    In the eyes of the Devil they mean the same.

    Archangel Michael visited me with hope,
    Gave me the letters and string of thread.
    Won't you give me the words instead?
    Then with a graceful smile he shook his head.

    Mute lips, they never seemed so strange,
    When they're speaking words oh so sweet,
    Jealousy rules and the monster in my brain,
    Battle on and on with no promise of defeat.

    Do you mind if I take this seat?

    Michael fell asleep upon my weary shoulders,
    My fist relaxed and out spilt the letters all in line,
    So I carved them into little girl's paper dolls,
    The clock ticked on and I fell back in time.

    I knew then, that I couldn't find imagination,
    It had been locked away somewhere inside,
    Leaves fall, the first frost and I found the key,
    Something marked with the changing of the tide.
    (Oh and thanks to Tony, the meaning of 'V')

    "I can't seem to find the words to describe this",
    He said and with a smile I replied,
    "I'll find them for you in the labyrinth of the mind,
    For every dead end I'll find the words to fill,
    And make a bridge that takes you to the other side."