Pictures from the past
Together in a photograph...

A very old man woke up
Breathing heavily he opened the door...

Now that he's dead
The river runs red...

I’m locked in a room
My blood runs cold...

My Daddy says he loves me
He beats me black and blue...

Thoughts of you keep me awake
My smile I give you is plastic and fake...

They have me tied to their chair
For their Masochistic Traits...

Tears of blood, Dying Laughter
The good all die, end of chapter...