Horrible thoughs fill my head,
Thinking of things I should have said...

\"So, why does it hurt me?\"
And why should you care...

The poetic views of a now cold heart,
Are lost to the wind is a sudden breeze...

Distant cry,
Unanswered breath...

A bloody wrist,
so hard to resist...

The ripped visions in my dream,
I see the blueprints to your scheme...

A crime and a sin,
In the twilight dark...

The constant falling of rain,
is enough to hide my pain...