The darkness falls the light is gone
the tears begin the hand is drawn...

Were should i go is not the question
the question you need to ask your self is...

Why is my heart breaking
when will i stop shaking...

To lose some one you love
it hurts like knife a to the heart...

I lay awake a thoughts of death rush through my...
as i lay in my bed the thoughts begin to win...

Pain is death and death is pain
rain or snow are love remains...

I try and run
from all these thoughts...

My first goal in life
is to make myself hated...