Fifty-eight pieces lying on the ground,
and your whiskey-drunk eyes burn...

Sometimes I just sit ..with your lovely face in my...
It comes back though, burnin' like the flames of...

The candle flame, it flickers,
as she stares into the light...

And it's morning's like these,
that always produce the best words...

Cheer up, beautiful.
You could shine so bright...

Eyes are flicking around the still room.
I'm like an animal hunting for it's prey...

The blackness
Is hidden...

Moves in-
creeping...

Choking on the sapid taste of destruction,
that could only be veritable lies...

Always left in the shadows,
The chill that lingers on your neck...

Creature of the Dark
The night was stormy...

Daniel's Song
Verse 1...