Dark mind.
Black heart.
Open veins.
Despair, disdain.
Enjoy the rain.
Everyday feels the same.
Same brain.
Same frame.
Same pain.
Dark skies.
Deep waves.
Oh the fright.
Bloody knife.
Crows take flight.
Memories on repeat.
Every night.
Graveyard blues.
An eerie tune.
A masked figure stands beneath the blood red moon.
Yet upon this night.
A white dove sits upon a reaper's scythe.
The masked one kneels....