My hurt winds are bleeding like rain drops,
My lost soul is continuing on it's journey to release my pain,
Why does the midnight hate me?
Trying to scare me away.
Why is my cold pale hands so solid?
Who am I?
This is not me?
Is this who I'm supposed to be?
A monster?
A criminal?
Why is my guilt leading a way to more misery?
Why is my laughter turning into tears?
Why does my blood stain my shadows?
