Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs.

She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game

that won’t take long for us to play

When you’re cold, you can take my hand, blue girl

Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl

It’s your quiet heart I don’t understand, blue girl

We can play any game you want today

Doesn’t seem too fair. It don’t seem right. You’re not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart.

Has it been that long since you seen the sun? “Well, how long for you?”Able, yes, but not quite having fun.

We can play any game you want always.

The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you?

Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room.