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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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