I can hear the sound of dying dreams
Cracking glass far away
Heartbeats out of tune
Out of mind
Out of reality

I hear the sound coming from
These far away places

Places where it rains broken glass
And the streets are coated in blood

Tiny black alleyways stinking of shame
Are the only shelter
But once someone wanders in
The rain just comes down harder

Off in the distance names are being screamed
But they can't be heard clearly
Because the world is drowning
In the sounds of the rain
Pouring down

The sun looks like the moon
And the moon is blood red
Both are coated in pain

And the world weeps all around
A world fashioned from lies
Lies and blindness
A world where it rains broken glass
And the streets are coated in blood

So

Here I stand again
Screaming your names
Calling you back into the world
From your pain filled lands

Shards of broken glass lingering in my feet
A path of bloody footprints stretching far behind me

2:27pm
04/05/2007