But waiting you pause, naught more can you do, as the tides turn red, a colorless blue

Your voice wanders high, trembles it seeks, arms to hold you, a sun that cannot cry

Footsteps run deep… Thunder on your skin…

Causing the goose bumps; your mental defeat

And so here’s you’re cross, its weight your own, like flowers disemboweled; over grown

Are you so useless? Are you so bad?

That devils must chase you, a neverless end

So here you are, the edge of the cliff, praying for the sins you’ll try not to commit…