Circled above head
Is the moon and stars...

Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She faced the darkness all alone...

Sorrow secretly stains the air
in the butter light...

I beckon that of my demons
Surrounding my existence...

Forget my name; and let it rain
Forget the scars; and all the pain...

I'm torn between two worlds, yours and mine,
and don't say it'll be fine...

Walking in the rain, numb to the world, she cries.
As she cries no one can tell...

A plastered smile on my face, eyes that seem to...
Words bounce off my ears confirming your worst...

A pretty face aged to perfection,
now red and swollen from a lack of protection...

Her words tainted by his blood
Of a lover once pasted...

I carved the word Hate
on this very date...

I kneel down next to the fresh stump.
White blood seeps though my fingers...