Slowly rain drips down the broken window
Tracing dull and tasteless patterns near me
Silent soundtracks and words that I don't know
Tiptoe among the thoughts I cannot see.
Twisted, trembling children roam the street
Frayed ends of gleaming broken glass lay still
Black roses fondly turn away to greet
The ones who've fallen silent to their will.
A tar paved boulevard gleams in the night
Leading me through thine forbidden forest.
Scary thoughts as I follow the moonlight
And the trees weep like a haunted chorus.
Rising up the class fits cleanly in mine eye.
Nothing is right as I lay here to die.