"Blood rimmed eyes taint that precious smile

Baby, those eyes betray you

(And) It seems I'm talking to a

STRANGER

With your face

Your hands;

A true nightmare upon our love's canvas.

Could it be that there is two?

Leading separate lives within you?

FOCUS.

So cold, you say

But I'm the one that trembles

As fear takes a human form

Black shadows

With no remorse

No regrets;

And higher tones will screech my name.

Could it be that there is two?

Leading separate lives within you?

FOCUS.

This is it, my dear one,

I have become a madman's wife

But again,

I could not

Will not leave him whilst he

RAVES

So long as my heart beats.

Could it be that there is two?

Leading separate lives within you?

FOCUS."

6/18/2005