*Written for those kids who are slaves or treated...

Knives surrounding my every thought
As the rain pounds against my solemn dreams...

Shadows tracing trees of bloody leaves
Engulfing the Bright moon in brilliant red...

Like tigers creeping among Asia's trees
Like the rituals natives sprout from jade debris...

Hidden behind the lace of moonlight
Where faces are tainted in forbidding lost...

Night descends upon the fading horizon
Yet no crickets dare to sing it's song...

Rise above the moon-carved trees
Swim beneath the fog-laid sky...

As winter steals summer
Bitter will it be, knowing you...

Black clouds smother away hope and dreams tonight
Into the mirror behind I see my face in a pale...