What do you know about
Waking up feeling like dirt every morning...

The walls are Grey
Its cold and moist as a winter day...

Scream, come now scream
let's finish this fairytale like a bad dream...

Time to focus now
No more crying...

I was a prince once
With a kingdom of dark and beauty...

In the midst of Death
Beneath the stars of love...

So here I am once again
back to the pen...

Cold winter winds
This is where my journey ends...

Razors are red
Violence is blue...

I adore sitting and looking into her eyes
I adore her smile as she turns and shy's...

He can't write anymore
His mind's not clear...

Red rise no more
Blood bleed for sure...