In the silence of my mind something screams
As the innocence I bear shatters
And falls around me like glass
I come to in reality

I dream a distant pain I cannot escape
I live in my nightmare
Having comfort in knowing
Or at least thinking
That they aren’t real

I am immortal to this time-revolved earth
What matters isn’t the hour of the day
But the sharpness of the blade
That explodes my very life

Blood is the most precious of fluids
It flows through my veins
Keeping me warm and alive

You took the most precious thing from me
By spilling my blood and causing my grave