A little gasp escapes my lips
as the green-yellow grass touches my fingertips...

Who knew?
Down my drain at night, flow rivers of red blood...

My pale skin soaking in the rays of it's pure...
Only it's music reaching my ears in this dark...

The chill spreads throughout my body,
his fingers are crawling up my side...

"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go...

As I lie awake, I dreamlessly dream about...
The air is cold...