Look above, to sparkled skies
A comet shot by arrows...

Is this manic or is this just fantasy?
Catching myself as I climb the mountain...

I'm stuck in my head
Not floating, not breathing...

Sitting in the dark is not my cup of tea.
Trying to live life with the past where it is...

Humor me, with your deathly eyes
That pierce me with absolute force...

Ink spills, covering the canvas
Leaving scars never to be erased...

You would think the people thats acted like they...
All they hope and dream of is your pitiful death...

Waves crumble against the shore
Leaving peaceful marks where...

Your anguish, it scares me
As your beating me into the ground...

It makes me sick
To hear your name...

Your deep shadowy interiors
Pallid eyes that I used to believe...

I'll sit here and watch
As the rain drops will race...