I see blood red, when I close my eyes And black falling stars, when I open my eyes A darting arrow, right across the sky With my name engraved in the sky
Rain of prickly thorns, brush through my skin Stretching, brusing, tearing my skin The strength to lift myself, is no more The once life filled body is no more
Shattering leaves sing, dead songs No rhyme or rhythm matches the songs A distant footstep sheds a little hope But it seems a delusion, a false hope