On the Cliff, he stands, all alone.
A man slivered from within.
The moon above glares his life,
But the shadows keep him dead.
As he lifts his head and glances above,
He sees 'her' among the stars.
There he drops, and his dreams with him.

On his knees, he bleeds out tears,
Tears of remorse and seperation.
His eyes- red, his face - pale and lifeless,
His body - bruised, his heart -...