The tension upon the faces part,
The scarce beauty and twinkling lights...

The wretched pain is growing with the crown of...
The fire is naked and dancing to my skin...

For your celebration we shall dress,
For you we will bring a crimson rose...

The stormy clouds erupt,
The shaky hand pulls strong...

A white stranger holds a hand with grieve,
A black coffin is consumed by the ground...

A text carved onto stone of cold,
A letter branded on skin in black...

A face of no serenity appears with tears of...
A darkened cloud is forming threatening to rain...

Streaks of blood paint the sky,
The sun is leaving and preparing to die...

Walking through a garden with flowers in bloom,
Getting out away from that room...

I see a white rose crushed to desporation,
I see a dead dove and find no variation...

Wilted leaves of bright brown,
A lilly floating in water like a gown...

I am a house upon a hill about to face an end,
As the rain spits down my windows pain was also...