Here I lay on the bathroom floor,
My cries still echo, but I do not care...

The night whispers its deadly secrets to hear.
Horror and dread comes to those who listen...

As the cloudy sky sheds its tears,
I glance up shamefully with mine...

My mother drives us in the severe and stormy...
Our destination is unknown but I could care less...

My dark, dark fate ended so cold;
The days go by as a slow blur...

I awake hazily from my dreams,
And sense something not right...

The angry night chills my face.
Standing in the middle of nowhere...

Listen…can you hear me weeping?
My tears suffocate my breathing...

Caught in a dream, glancing out the window,
I see what I want in my own imaginary...

The blood seems to blur my vision
Never before have I witnessed so much crimson...

Trapped in a lonely tower,
I am stranded from life by a million miles...

Stop yelling at me!
I haven’t did anything to you...