The boy

Lost in the dark
Not to b found
All I need is a small spark
My heart starts to pound

I feed the voices in my head
With what I crave
All the dead
As I fall in my empty grave

Screaming for him
No one can hear
I sit by an empty tin
Because im in fear

No one can see
Were I bleed
Its he word he
That I really need

There stopping me
Im hitting them back
They just don�t see
Who�s in that shack

Under the boards
Lays that body
Without any swords
Of that he�s bloody

I killed that boy
Without care
Treated him like a toy
No I just cant bare

There�s no need to stare
He did it himself
But im to spare
The picture on the shelf