Tears would always fill my eyes just because I had fulfilled those dreams Oh, those painful screams I see the images that flashed before my eyes I had to stop and analyze all the things that I had seen in all those painful dreams. this became the art of who I am the inner beauty of what makes me bleed what keeps my heart pumping what gives my mind those imaginations to the world of images that stains all those autumn leaves, in darken dreams that became a big part of me keeps me bleeding in my own heartfelt bloodstained ink it all came to be because I am human and God shows me things what this darken world brings.