Hillside - Lost Children, The Birthday Massacre

A memory crowning the hillside,

Nests in the shadows of granite.

I …

Will I wait here forever?

As moonlight traces the headstones, I …

Let my mind start to wander

The way out has washed away

Fog between the monuments

Chills my bones, a distant stare, but

Clear and real, there’s something there

Moving in the distance

Beckoning in whispers

This silhouette, with darkened eyes

Fades into the night

Two lovers turning in silence,

A glimpse of infinite twilight

Will I wait here forever?

As stars curl round the horizon, I

Sink in bottomless slumber

The way out has washed away

Fog between the monuments

The weight of longing, dissonant

Like a phantom in this heart