Holding a blade just under her chin
"Scream and I will cut you again"...
He took it on himself, to stop her pain
Ending her crying in the cold pouring rain...
He presses
She falls...
The man with wings
flew down to us...
Into the darkness i walk alone,
with no one to hold and nowhere to go...
I want it to end.
To feel the pain no more...
The night is cold and sharp
Like a blade about to pierce...
His arm stained red
while Laying on the ground...
Tears fall on this night,
Tears haunting my soul...
Why should it matter if some one dies?
why shold some one be loved and then get hurt...
I've repressed the childish fears,
Reminisce all the painful tears...
As the candles go out, and the moon rises again,
I sense the sickness in the air, the room begins...