Silver glistening in the moonlight ever so brightly,

Covered a scarlet red that continues to drip,

Smeared with tears of hate,

Dripping as tears of pain,

No longer do I feel alone,

No longer do I feel scared,

I can see the light, beckoning me further down the path of life,

But something is wrong in this path...

The trees are rotting,

The grass is yellow and dead.

I can see the end of the path,

A heaven from the hell I was living in,

As my uncounscious body falls to the bloody pool below,

I am in an eternal bliss.