She had hair like the sun, and eyes like the sea.
She was peaceful and calm, as happy as can be...

No sleep i can find,
I'm loosing my mind...

The sun is setting,
the warcires start...

Stains on my blankets, tears on my cheek.
Once i was happy, but now i am meek...

As a before note I'd just like to say i don't...
This feeling that i get...

My pillow stained with tears,
As reality slips away...

Through life as we know it,
the life of a poet...

I sit here in my memories,
black sunshine running through my hair...

You creep into the shadows,
and whisper in my mind...

The knife cut hard,
the knife cut deep...

What if life is less then what we thought,
What if life can't be store bought...

Blood runs down her pale wrist,
her vision fogs in creeping mist...