In a bed made of cinders
Littered with glassy paper photographs
A locket recalls from slumber
Unaware of a coming blast...

Nothingness, sweet nothingness
Another of my dreams are haunting me
All that could have been of what is left
A thorn in my side tearing at me

"Eyes are left shut as it ensues
When they open, a rain of fire brews..."

Helpless, in a vacant room
From a shadow, in the kiss
Influencing their desire
In like a crawl, truth from a liar

Nothingness, sweet nothingness
Another of my dreams are haunting me
All that could have been of what is left
A thorn in my side tearing at me