As I sit in this house,
Thinking of you...

A place of so dark, its only but a park.
Animals here, animals there. Oh! Theres even a...

The spirit of the Native Soul,
The loud sound of the howling wind...

Sitting In her Room
Wrists of bloody red...

So many lies have been told,
And so many tears have been shed...

Many attempts to get you back,
None of them have worked...

Still have your picture in a frame
I hear your footsteps down the hall...

Many nights ago,
On one dark evening...

It was early in the morning,
When the thunder rumbled...

Laying silently in my darkened room
The wind blowing loudly outside...

The gleaming light,
That peers over the horizon...

Thoughts:
Many thoughts run through my head...