The blade the blade that beastly sight
Stricken deep in deaths dark night...

Reaps the demon beast with in
as the sorrow seam to swim...

Sleep speaks that single red black eye
as it gazes upon the millions who die...

Twas death not darkness
that blotted out the sun...

"A unmanned harp plays a sorrow filled tune
no fair maid to strum the strings anew...

There i sat in my room alone
till a knock knock came on my door...

Born in to this world alone
a child with out a life...

You have heard the story's told
throw out time and space...

To you who call yourself wise
I give you simply this...

If happiness were ment for all the people in the...
then why is it that so many find only a vile twirl...

This is were I die....
my heart it flickers...

A shell of iron cords
rote throw pain and scorn...