There he is,
In the dark shadows of regret
Those surrounded his decayed mind
Causing himself to neglect.
There's nothing he can do now.
Time cannot run backwards
The silence of the night haunts him
His face is sheltered in his hands,
But he can't escape, can't hide
From my image.
It will live in his eyes
He'll cry, shout, mound
But the wounds of heart can't heal
I'll give him deeper wounds
Bleeding wounds in his heart,
In his mind,
I'll scratch his spirit with my nails
He'll continue to live
With the death,
Like a Bleeding Sculpture
I had a wish to mould!