A shadowed mist surrounds my heart,
Holding it together so it won't fall apart...

I am trapped in this hell,
Silently screaming but, no one can tell...

A gate opened beneath you,
Revealing the true darkness...

Autumn leaves surround,
A gentle gale whispering...

Alone in the darkness; surrounded by walls veiling...
So quiet and so cold; she sat there just crying...

In the end,
We choose our gate...

It is true that I love to write.
In my head, light and dark fight...

Is it a crime to love to write?
Is it wrong to have a dark sight...

I sit alone and begin to write,
Watching the day fade to night...

I watch the black streak from your eyes
And I have said my final goodbyes...

Falling down with black angel wings,
Sick and tired of all these things...

Sometimes I just want to disappear,
Fighting the war just to feel the spear...