Dreams of darkness, life and dead, call me in my deepest sleep.
Awake from sleeping, yet black is all I see.
Calls of Fire, love and lust, fill my twisted mind.
Light all around me, yet there’s only black in front my eye.
Crying blood, seeping poison from out my wound.
Anger, Hate.. revenge.. a former live, I understood.
From my seed, bruised and buried as a child.
Waiting on the light, wishing for the night.. a single tear from that eye of mine.
Sprouting, another wound, an endless scar.
A knife so deep, a life ended, all for my blackest heart.
No flower could persuade my ways,
Yet the thorns of a rose, has sealed my faith.
Black around me, it fill my veins.
A lonely tear shed, yet still no change.
I read your tale, of love and loss.
And pain and sorrow consumed my heart.
I leave you now, I end it here. That little girl that I held so dear,…… ; the greatest friend a lost dead boy, could ever hope for…