I sit at the table listening.
The room filled with people talking...

The flower impatiently grows;
Trying to beat the cold white snow...

Angry black storm clouds moving closer.
Wind screaming in my face...

The house shaking;
Things falling off the walls...

I see the evil and hate in the flames;
As it slowly burns into my eyes...

Days will past ...
The endless void shall always last...

Weather bringing darkness to the ground.
Wind and broken hearts spinning all around...

I lost myself again
Just can't seem to find my soul...

This is the last time...
I will pick up this knife...

Please, Don't kill me.
I'm not ready, Just not yet...

Lastnight was dreadful
Shedding tears over twilight...

The first memory of you I can see so clearly,
All the memories you both shared I hold dearly...