Dim street lights flicker
He walks her down the narrow path
She's stumbling left and right but never spills the liquor
Letting the thorn rip open her heart causing a bloodbath

She begs to him while choking down whats left in the glass
She falls to her knees and gasps
Closing her eyes, can't take her mind off the past
No longer can she hide behind the mask

He watches her plead and grab tightly to her heart
Her black dress now torn and the cotton stained
Her tears still drip down her cheek until depart
They sadly will never be as pure as the rain

No miraculous light emerged out from the cross
No angel or stars shall appear
Everything, blurry and covered with a hazey gloss
Driven utterly out of fear

The shadows race above her
Whispers dive below
But these are not the monsters
That draw the blood out so slow

She sees the light coming close
She reached her hand beyond
Accepting this as her final dose
And the bright light fades until gone

Because no ones answers are clear
Free yet still enslaved
They told her have hope for it will annul fear
But alas not everyone can be saved.