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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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