Close your eyes and think of beauty

Close your mind and dream of awake

A morbid thought will overcome this being

For the thought of redemption I grow weak

So preserved in a lonely paradise

Picture yourself with another

Few is the number you can love

Many is the number you can hate

Heaven is a metaphor

Hell is the pergitoy of life

I watch scared and lost in my world of lost sight

May I be alone?

May I speak to myself?

The wish of being normal to that I will survive

Hoping to live again

Walking threw the woods

All I see is pain

Graveyards of everlasting sadness

Tombstones for the dying and lost souls

Cries fall for those who suffered

Tears for those who become sons of despair

Love is for the ones that lived on

Hate is for those who gave up

Those who killed

Those who harmed

Let my mind wonder

Make me free

To help the ones that must be in need of true escape

I wonder what tomorrow will bring

Thinking of ways of redemption

Ways of loving

Showing myself ways of treachery

So scared

Waiting for nothing

Waiting for something

I'm sorry....