Crush my bones to powered chalk
here me speak, make me talk...

The demons are here
ready and waiting...

Cutting deep, pain is subdued
never agian will I be used...

How do we feel, with this plain of existence?
why do we live with these such restrictions...

I gathered in time, you'd let me go
go far away from this place we call life...

The voices are talking
ever so low...

Like a flower in mid winter
withered and frail...

The night fills the sky with darkness and hatred
the trees fill the air with bustling noises...

I stand here alone
in front of you all...

The spirits have come to take me away
stop it, stop it i shout and say...

The moon is bright
the air is cool...

Silents tears i wept
each and every time i slept...