As the shadowed moon descended,
She knew her journey would finally be ended...
Am I nothing but,
A useless tool...
I can't see the heavenly blue skies.
I can't hear the child's playful laughter...
Scattered on the marble floor
white petals laid silently everywhere...
The crimson pool engulfs her body
she lays there, not moving...
You strip me of my pleasure
You take it all away...
You know I cant stand this helplessness
this feeling...
We have all in someway denied
that over time, our soul had died...
Blood is poured,Gently into a paper cup. Lemme...
Don't cry tears of sorrow
Don't cry your tears of selfish pain...
Walnut pried from broken shell
the dead man's spirit returns from Hell...
The Garden of Darkness
I walk through this garden , shadowed with grief...