The deep colour of red
Drowns me...
I am death as you know
I kill the sunlight as you go...
This sorrow is pain
it grieves toward me...
I'm crying in pain,
Blood rushing down my arm...
As I fall into darkness...
I struggle to catch my breath...
Tired of being underestimated and beaten endlessly
Don't want to put up with this anymore to much...
The moons stare dismally: a painted picture of...
No commiseration shows, no apathy does it lack...
I hear rain
on window pains...
Influenced by malice
conflicted with hate...
One day I wrote a line
But could never see where it ended...
You thought you could save me.
From this place you call hell...
Where Worlds' Must Meet
Beyond the skies...