My life is so surreal, like a black and white movie reel.
People pass by like shadows in the moon light.
Red roses are grey and your face is clear as day.
I see you in the tree. Hanging, blown around by the breeze.
Birds flock the sky, and wolves run by.
Old men say hello as the souls come and go.
Footsteps in the snow lead me to a hole.
I see myself buried deep inside.
Shaken and weak.
Pale eyes watch reading me like a clock.
Better watch your back something may attack.
Shooting arrows by the night, They pass by silent like wind.
Leaving nothing but blood that burns deep.
I hear someone weep but no one care to look. Something sleeps by the brush. But do not touch. For it will grab your heels and drag you down,  Deep to the depths where you will surly die.
Mocking birds cry, "where is your life!?"
rinsed down the drain where all the dreams go.
Broken and shallow, just like my heart, Lost forever in the complete dark.
You’ll never see them again.
So grab a pen write down your amends and say goodbye.