Bang your head blaring on the speakers
Chill of fall lingering in the air...

I am so hungry for your love
Devouring our time together...

Cold blue steel lying at my feet
Heavy scent of iron filling the air...

Anger blowing in the wind
Blood stained hands clawing the sky...

Prince of Darkness sings of witches and black...
Ozzy grown old, a caricature of his past...

Your jeans at the foot of our bed
Clothes strewn about the room...

Scent of your love blowing through my mind
Stirring memories of stolen moments past...

I was taking a trip, a little journey called life
Facing all my trials and tribulations alone...

You have been through so much in your short life
Faced a world of hurt, punishment and pain...

Should death find me in the light
Enjoying the life you have given me...

Like the golden glow of the setting sun
Does this time represent the fall of man...

The sun reflects in your morning eyes
Showing me the stillness of your soul...