As I approach the cold stone,
I feel the wind brush my cheek...

Trapped within myself.
Hidden beneath the lies...

The wind's angry whispers penetrate my mind.
Furious, it tries to make sense of my thoughts...

The road opens its welcoming arms to me.
It invites me to pursue my journey...

I hear shooting in the distance
Are they coming to save me...

Looking into the candle, anger rages within as I...
Sadness washes the rage as I look into her dying...

Looking into the candle, memories from the past.
Her frightened face still haunts me 'til this day...

I watch as a young girl enters the park.
As soon as she spots the swings...

Sitting in the corner.
Watching...

I look at the clock,
Ticking away as time passes...

Silence reigns in the street, abandoned.
Darkness envelops its arms around the city...

Red bleeds into the canvas' pale background.
Black stains the painting's melancholy...