Crimson blood rose,
Yet the petals are dead...
The rain water's dry,
the silence is loud...
The cuts become deeper
As her cries of despair reach cold, unfeeling ears...
As it come closer
i smile as my life ends...
Running down my wrist
Ending in a drop...
Its a warm, friendly night
The moon smiling down at us...
I was never good enough
Never nice enough...
The shadow is spreading,
every day it is larger...
Lonely Figures, wandering away
in a hot desert, no exit or highway...
Now in the dark
all alone...
All the evil are only broken,
The only want to hear words love spoken...
Hearts are blinded from what the eyes cannot.
The truth is false once it is seen...