You were the guilty and the innocent
victim or criminal you could not choose...

Haunting red madness seeped from my wrists
and rained on the ocean as I clenched my fists...

I once thought a little caress across my skin
would be its own bottle of sweet dandy gin...

On daddy's farm
the clouds hang high...

He held sword high
through the blistering fight...

Why try to make today like tomorrow
no one can know what the future will bring...

Daddy, you once told me
to stand up strong...

A dream:
to pull the clouds down...

When daddy took off
and then mommy, too...

I am the flower that blooms in winter
I am the train that ran off its track...

Waves of eternity
songs of a melody...

The devil! your body has been sought
your head is a turmoil of rotten flesh...