I stepped on the fresh green grass,
feeling...
These cuts outside of me
are buried within...
I'm not afraid of living
I'm afraid of death...
Searching for her everywhere
Panic coursing through my veins...
Hope races back to the forest
And to the river edge...
A gun as a weapon ,
Masked man with the mission...
The blade wants your blood
The blade wants to feed...
Using words to shelter from the rain,
my eyes glisten and I forget the pain...
Take note of the fire,
See how it burns...
Fire fire
touch my skin...
Can you see the everlasting twinkle
Of sadness in my hazel eyes...
Here he comes
brutal and mean...