I prop your smile up with sticks
as your tears wet the wood...

Your smile........
your eyes...

Alone i stand
tall and rebielent...

My tounqe cuts deep
my hands kill...

I am big
i am small...

Your simle hurts
as i bend to your will...

From the darkness it comes
clawing, scratching, killing...

In the Dark
we rot...

The rain remind me off my freedom, no one can hold...

I heard you laugh
i heard you cry...