Past fades,
Mistakes made...

Laying there the man in black comes 'round,
Many souls fierce and tired he has found...

I am sick of the word love,
It's a feeling when broken...

I'm screaming,
But you only hear whispers...

Her sorrow hits the ears of those around her,
Her blood is shared with her tears...

Pulled in by glamour,
The fame becomes addictive...

Cut,
Blood slides...

Sweet essence of children's tears,
That has been collected over these years...

To be or not to be,
A question asked daily...

Crazy people,
Helping crazy friends...

When I pass I want it,
When I ask for it I need it...

Hollow hero of help,
Be my friend...