Wandering the darkest forest,
clutching a small candle...
Venom foaming
In every sincere advice...
Unsent messages. Forgotten dates.
Lonely nights. Twisted fates...
Viciously pulsing
Oxygen lacking...
My dear child,
I'm sorry I gave up...
Small little heart once pure that broke so young...
You had told me id be the most perfect doll you...
The sand burns as they walk along
to these bastard lands, these children belong...
Life is nothing without pain and sorrow can it be...
A world enflamed at its highest peak,
Caressed by sky so grey and bleak...
Flashing lights into brown eyes
Bushes quivering to barks...
Night time is when
The demons come out...
Chasing time through the confines of linear
Hour after hour, how I beg, how I fear...