Her heart is pounding as the cracker-box tears rolls down her cheeks
Within hell sits a little man holding an umbrella for the rainstorms
Comprised of molten blood and mental screaming ringing silence on deaf ears

"Cold winds," cries the moon as she reflects the rainbows on the trees
Condemning her sparkling children to fall down while in fiery screaming
Special treatment for a much needed wish about a tear-drop drought

While the cutest killers this side of paradise are flirting and laughing
About the inner workings of the morning's broken sunshine on their eyes
As they watch the horizon from the safety of their bloody neverland

Tainted pieces of the dancing china dolls surrounds the little girl
As the killers drop down blood stained stuffing onto her head
To signify the death of a new lover's innocence and the birth of hate

When she rises from the dirt with cracker-box tears rolling down her cheeks
The little man in hell will lift his umberella once again for rainstorms
Comprised of molten blood and mental screaming ringing silence on deaf ears

A/N: Wow. I personally think this kicks ass. This is what happens when I start freaking out mentally and take it out on paper.