Youll Find Me In Peices, Youll Find Bloody Stains Upon The Floor I Sit, So Weakend And Praying For Thy Day I Die, This Darkness Stays On And On, But Never Goes Away, My Hopes Have Never Truely Faded And I Guess Thats Okay, But I Worry Myself When Death Seems So Far Away, And My Darkest Of Days Seem So Sinful And Sweet
