She walked through the graveyard cold and dull
Her Black Broken Wings, a broken soul...

I wish I were her
that three-year-ole girl...

Dark red blood pouring from the sky
The laugh of the Dark Angel; the Heavens cry...

The darkness looms
When my heart swoons...

His tears stained the ground
He hit and broke and pound...

Her soul it's beat
They would always defeat...

Burning with an indifferent pain
Sometimes my heart aches &amp...

Trying to calm the spirit
that rests within...

Sung a Song
but not too long...

Oddly it always finds me
Through the darkness of the night...

The Bench
The light and darkness of this fall...

When you're lonely and cold
Nothing matters anymore...