As I open my doors to the bowels of hell
I hear the clanging of wicked church bells...

All this shit that I really hate all right here.
Taunting my mind here and there...

As I lay there shivering and cold.
The ground like ice and the dirt so old...

This is a poem that is gonna go to my girlfriend...
8 months...

We were always together, you were my best friend.
We vowed to be together til the very end...

Light for a day, full of life.
Then stabbed away by a knife...

As I move from room to room.
I feel as though I'm in a tome...

All the power gone from the lights.
A new opportunity for all the frights...