A lost heart, blowing on the wind,
A leaf, fallen far from the tree...

I stand here, feeling helpless,
Alone and forgotten with no regrets...

The reds streaks among the black,
Woven apon a beautiful face...

This hallway, these people,
The sounds they make...

It feels the same,
The sickness, vomiting my guts...

Blazing, the fires within my eyes,
Riding this passion, succumbing to lust...

Beauty, in it's darkest form,
Raining down upon my senses...

I don't laugh or grin or try to smile,
I keep most things inside...

This hatred I feel,
Succumbing to rage...

I feel, an emptiness,
An overwhelming sense of loathing...

Undying hate,
Threshold of rage...

Green land stretching across the view,
Chirping birds, not just a few...