When the crescent surly rises, i know whar is in store.
That part of me hiddin behind the crescent door.
As the bright blueish gray light shines down,
I see nothing, I hear not a sound.
I feel the sane part of me slip away.
This part of me you see does not stay.
It is just another superficial shell,
hiding parts of me.......I cannot tell
Leaving you sings, hoping you will soon know.
This part of me that will only grow.
Leaving you lines in my rhymes,
about this gift, this burden, this crime.
Every time i use to lose controll.
But now experince is taking its toll.
Pretty soon I will just be another teen,
with a few secrets in between.
I wish I could show,
you this part of me you don\'t know.
This forgoten side,
that arises with the tide.
You see my eyes and you see the fear.
but you still dont see past the sear.
You dont see what i hold within,
you see the cave but you don\'t see in the din.
You see some good, you see some light.
You see some dark, you see the fight.
You see some parts of the soul.
You see were pain has tooken its toll.
But you do not notice,
this part of me hidden in the mist.
This part of me that will not go.
This part of me that will only grow
