Tattered heart, a spark once infernal
Now lights no more than a lie
The veil of dawn begs to be nocturnal
As the night tears from the sky

Withered decades, oh sweet blasphemy
I tend to heal with knives
Suicide, uncage yourself from sanity
Karma does not have nine lives

The mud is darker on one side
The rain heavier on the other
Morals do weigh less than pride
In the hearts that we smother

Hope flies among the clouds
A desire to rid myself of pain
Standing still, eyes open, head unbowed
My sun sets to rise again