I stood upon the brink of a forest...
Waiting for the leaves to change under the autumn...

I feel nothing
No ones there...

Ive wounded my soul
digging my six foot hole...

::I'm not sure this one is all that good::
Floating in seas of madness...

Sometimes at night I dream
I dream of a dark place...

**this is the first time i tried a rhyme so just...
as the soldiers march down the street...

My world is a very dark place
one where time and physics hold no sway...

I cut to watch it bleed
drowning my sorrow in a crimson river...