Sometimes I find myself in a daze,
Trapped inside a purple haze...

Unable to cope with difficult decision
Nervous about the incision...

Midnight, alone in my room
Writing a letter to a friend...

The reverberant cries linger in my heart
The darkest parts of my soul, I want to impart...

"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"
Children laughing as they all hit the ground...

A few weeks after they brought her home
The once broken child, no longer feels alone...

A crazed man just chopped up his wife
After killing her with a butcher knife...

The world is against her, crushing her dreams
Held in a reality where nothing is what it seems...

The cimmerian gloom, entered into my bleeding...
My entire superfluous existence was slowly torn...

Blood stained hands holding a butcher's knife
Raw emotions take yet, another life...

The pain had long since turned to pleasure
As her chromatic blood streamed...

All alone I stand there
No one to care...