A weeping willow looms over the darkened river...
Silver tendrils trailing into the cold black...
Who's there?
Who's there...
Anger flashes quietly
across my damaged eyes...
As I take this knife
I grasp my life...
Clouds
Those rain clouds are following me...
People passing by all day
Walking down the street...
Darkness lies dormant
nestled deep within...
Like a mouse in a hole its where he should have...
but the craving in him had to make the connection...
Why should i live,
why should i die...
Priest in the vaults of death
cruel bitter dying breath...
Wow your really good
for a while, you had me fooled...
--- I don't know where i was going with this, but...
I am weak...