Immortal, I walk alone.
The sands of time frozen...

Crimson,
wet and warm...

Shiny and smooth
are these pearls in my hand...

Shadows creeping in my head.
The silence is overcoming...

Blood surging
through my veins...

I look down
into a pool at my feet...

Sleeping soundly,
breathing steadily...

My Love,
you wrote of how I don't love him...

Black magic,
black as hate...

Brooding inside
like a disease...

As the sun rises,
the darkness creeps away...