The Art of Being Forgot
2014

This girl is so cold, and her eyes are dark
I feel like I’m slowly being torn apart
I freeze in the ices, where souls go numb
And the ghouls that surround me knit the shadows of fun
And we are in these shadows, silence fills its essence
and I know that it isn't love now. No it's not love at all
I can feel the torture device in my mind killing my heart
In the elaborate art of being forgot