The faces pass
Blurring in the rain...

His blood flows freely
Over her hands...

I sit next to the still water
Of a cool pond...

Swirling darkness of my mind
Black horses race across...

The water is cool at my feet
Surging and pulling back...

Lies upon my grave
Curses upon you all...

So little time
And so much to say...

Here child, fit into this mold
The one that's been made for you...

Slinking lies
Hide in the darkness...

Butterfly flitting to the open sky
Soft wings so beautiful...

Pure white skin made of satin
Hair black as night...

Darkened room lit by bloody candle light
The screams of your soul reverberate unheard...