My skin is a canvas
For the artist "The Razor&quot...

Upon her bed, sleeps my queen
her eyes don't flutter, her lips not parted...

As the light begins to fade,
As the curtains start to close...

Walking the beach, my hands are free
My footsteps lonesome in the sand...

Hear a soul's whisper
floating through the trees...

New scars form upon a battered heart that cannot...
Easement, but is met by walls and is forever...

I fall upon these bruised, bloodied knees,
In a field desolate and full of pain...

Feathers dance across porcelain skin,
Raining down from high above...

The waves crash quietly on the sand
while they glisten in the light of the moon...

I put out the fire,
Dousing the embers...

Sometimes I forget
Why I wake up every morning...

Darling, I promise to try my hardest to keep
That precious smile on your face...