At the stroke of the midnight hour,
When everything is still and silent
Except the eerie whisper of the wind, oh!
Almost like it's trying to tell you Don't go
Sitting in the darkness
With a constant sharp sting on your fingers,
The red juice spilling out drop by drop,
The pain within increasing rapidly
Those memories, they linger
Haunting you every second.
That moment when you saw
Everything crash and burn
Right before your very eyes,
Resembling a time freeze
Feeling numb, despite the icy breeze
That make the leaves rustle and hiss.
That merciless demon
Devouring your happiness.
That soul wrenching grip you felt
When after all the years of blood and sweat
Came to an end and left you with nothing,
But a sorrowful mess.
Glancing down on your stained floor,
Trying to ignore the whispers of the wind,
You hold the metal to your wrist,
Just about to leave,
Emotions suddenly upon you they creep
Your heart feels heavy,
Your stomach growls,
Your thoughts go hazy,
And you let out a violent, but sad scream,
Watching your life flash before you,
You put your killer down,
Close your eyes, and dream.