Late of night and the darkest hour,
dreams of torment enter your mind.
The sight of crimson flowing like a
river to stain your hands with your
lovers blood.
Pain swelling, grasping your heart.
Tears of sorrow swell and fall.
Ripped aways from the ones you love,
struggling through this life of h***.
No smiles to comfort your soul, as it
wonders if it can mend.
No warm imbrace of your lovers arms.
No safety from the torment that lay beyond.
Noone to comfort you tortured soul.
Noone to fill this empty void i call my
heart....
