Blood rolled down my arm,
I put the blade back...

A thousand tears I've shed,
Ten thousand more un-said...

There's a pit in the ground,
Next to the pit is a mound...

People are cruel and mean to others,
Dark clouds don't make good covers...

This whole world is filled with pain,
Wild beasts yet left UN-tame...

I don't want to feel a pulse anymore,
I don't want to walk back out that door...

I hear the soothing waterfall sound,
I look and notice no one's around...

Water drip dropping from roof to earth,
Fire blowing wildly in the hearth...

Why can't the world be right?
Why do we always have to fight...

Yelling screming fight
we wont make it through the night...

I wasn't bad.
I didn't hurt anyone...

The wind blew through my hair,
Your fingers ran down my spine...