The sun shines through,
Yet none touches it...

Silhouetted against a crimson background,
The knight raises his blood red sword...

I sit here a wondering,
As a smirk crosses my features...

Sitting here waiting,
For the sun to shine again...

How does it make you feel
When every time you speak...

Your love shines through, never faltering,
As my feet stumble in their path...

Drip, drip, drip, is the sound that I hear,
As my blood drips onto the bathroom floor...

Eye's blood red with anger,
Burning for revenge on everyone...

I sit here, the pen posed,
Over a blank lined page...

They are disappearing, not seen any more,
I am losing touch with all that I loved...

As the winter night draws on,
The cold wind blowing in my hair...

I am fading away,
Further into the darkness...