She watches him stumble in the dark,
Nocturnal eyes are perfect for a start...

Austere clouds swarm the sky above,
Children's gloomy voices echo in her ears...

"I cannot die," he tells himself
Your words he denies as an envious lie...

The sharp blade is boundless, no ties
Blood trails lead to your empty lies...

Sitting here in a forlorn glass
Empty, there is no class...

Walking through this arid land
I can't go farther, I can barely stand...

You watch me with teary, blood-shot eyes
You cradle me, refusing to say your last good-bye...

So beautiful and radiant,
It bathes the skyline with natural art...

Laying in a meadow,
The blue haze above her is littered with sunlight...

The colors around her are vivid and refined,
But she can only see in black in white...

Everyday it is the same routine,
She puts on her mask to deceive the world...

She hears the distant grumbles of thunder,
Growing louder, getting more irate...