Every time I hear of
A brutal ravishing
Levied upon a flowering bud
Something breaks, something shakes
Within me too
Deep down in the heart of hearts
The angst within my soul
Then bleeds down
The deep bloody red
On the paper helding my
Repressed yet versed pain
The flow from my dripping rosy eyes
Being an ideal ink
Keeps my hand running

This time writing the fiery rage
And the paralyzing pain as well

The rage on the system
With a broken...