11:11

Father come down
We need to talk
Silence is his reply
Amidst the thunder

Son, he said
They came willingly
No, you took them
Too soon

Wishing in a well
Praying through the beads
Burn through the pages
Wishing in a well

Dust and darkness
Walking the hallways
Painted with memories
Dead books and pictures

Mother, please stay
Please, don't go away
I need you here
To keep my fears away

Ghosts and vampires
Just echoes through the rooms
No one's there anymore
Myself and my demons

Help me, won't you?
Blind from the darkness
Just let me feel the sun
Even if it destroys me

Give them back
Give them back
Give me back
My wings

Father come down
We need to talk