Fait

      What is pain

     but the absence of love

   like the murky tears

 of a heartbroken dove

  The prick of a thorn

 the turning of fate

they all tried to help me

but for my soul it's just to late

   They say thiers love in hate

  they say thiers  peace in war

 but in the end it's all the same

I've only got myself to blame

   I see the people running

  i hear the people dying

  And as the tears dripp of my fingers

  i realize that i am crying 

My mind is finaly telling me 

what my eyes refuse to see

i run the razor across my wrist 

And watch it as it bleeds

there is a man in black

who rides a horse of flame

ever lurking in the shadows

working in the devils name