He sits alone...A destitute,

A Man condemned by ill repute,

And resignation fills His eyes,

As memories wake and His heart dies.

A glimmering view of Arcadia's lost...

An attic's darkness and a hopeful embrace...

A lover found at a rising cost....

And the first glance at That Stranger's face....

"I'll be right back."

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Don't pay any attention to them."

(This Feels Good...What Have I Done?)

"Don't forget that I said that."

"Never..." Never... Never... Never... Never...

"Do you remember when we used to walk here together."

"Yes."

"Why not now? I miss it? What's stopping us now?"

"Nothing."

"Can I?"

"I Guess..."

"What are you doing?"

"IT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT..." DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT...

What creature is this that enters in?

What conquers my will and reflects my sin?

"Hello."

"Hi..."

Why did you do that? I ask with a voicless stare...

You know why.

Why? Why have you done this to me?

Because I love you... ?

Where are you?

"Don't Leave Me!"

"Why?!!!"

"Because I...Well I..."

"Goodbye."

"Because I love you!" I LOVE YOU... I LOVE YOU!

Now engulfed in Death's embrace,

One last tear falls down His face,

And His soul is at rest at long...long last,

Echoing Whispers From The Past.