Mist shrouded stone,
Once a majestic home...

Cradle your head in my arms,
I will keep you away from all the harms...

Billboards proclaim cures to the wrong,
The terms of use seems too long...

I hate you and the clothes you wear,
Hate the way you throw your hair...

Each day I sit on this roof top,
Praying that this rain will never stop...

The night is made for sleeping.
But some tales are to be only told in the dead of...

We stand and we fall,
We learn then to crawl...

Fake smiles and plastered on skin,
Hiding the person from within...

The blood lust fills every thought,
The warm metallic taste of the blood you've...

When you are sad,
I wish you happiness...

Here I am on the edge again,
Leaning over, looking down...