*i know this gets a little obsure toward the end...
Sorrow falls on plains of hate...

I wander through the decaying fields,
Stumble over corpses...

LIGHT
Brilliant Luminous...

The night is cold,
And I'm so alone...

Feet slowly pace
Along the high edge of the roof...

The solemn sphere descends in light,
And only shows her face at night...

The rhythmic beating of the clock
The sway and slant of wind...

Once again I find myself,
Placing a shaky foot on the stair...

I'm sorry that I laughed too much
I always was the fool...

Autumn's gentle cooling rain
Falls slowly on the ground...

Sometimes the pain becomes too real
It's just too much to bare...

Painful Influence
As the days grow old...