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.