Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel...

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The thirsting one...

The pills and razor blade rest at my side
This is not the end but the beginning...

Fire is a beautiful thing.
Scrunch the paper, not too tight now...

The fires of Hell burn bright
In the middle of the night...

He was an outsider
They called him a freak at school...

What have you wrought?
a shadow of betrayal as thoughts diminish...

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls...

The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak...
The salvation for which you lust...

Serenity sat on her bed and listened to the music
Playing over and over on the music box...