Grassy fields
A scarecrow
In the middle
A silent scream
From sewn lips
Frozen terror
In frozen blood
A dark sky
Thin clouds
A cold breeze
On my shoulders
Blood tears
A soul unleashed
The devils soul
So dark
So sad
So hateful
Finger tips can brush his pain away
Dark wings
Black feathers
Wishes he could be different
Wishes he could feel
Wishes he was real
Wants to have dreams
He's not always what he seems
He wants to feel love
But his blood , a tainted dove
Pulls him back to his jail
Sink their claws in his skin
Pulls him back to his sin
Sweet october
Release the monsters