She stands there waiting with a knife ready
Behind her back, slowly fraying the ribbon...
Sneaking behind closed doors
Anticipating for my return...
Deep
Deeper...
A stranger sits on my bed
entranced in a gloomy spell...
I have seen a shadow
was it my imagination...
My minds eye is blind
and so my judgment is impaired...
I walk down this street,
In a world painted black...
Taking pills behind locked doors
To get near the crest of every sole...
Oh red rose with all your thorns...
How can you look so pretty...
You promised that you would take my hand
and together we would buy some land...
Heart beats like the fluttering of a butterfly...
A mournful song in the distance sings...
Darkness hour after hour,
Feel the heat and feel the power...