My eyes fallen to the world's crimson sky. Warped in the clouds of the stigma, I fall and fade away. Hold me tight in your cloak of night and shade me from that dying light.
Sudden silence emits the pain to my piercing gaze, will anyone save me from this pain? Can you save me from this pain? The darkness so cold it burns my heart, penetrating its once dawned hope, and never more to see the light.
On the black my eyes bleed...
Your sweet voice calls, leading to that day. Will you take me upon yur wings and carry me away? Take me from all I have, from what I want. Take away my pain. Can you save this terrorized soul. your thought in my head, saving me from death? Your touch essence to my heart, save me from this life, carry me upon angelic wings and heal this soul...
Kiss the dying days and pray you'll see light upon the dawn of your eyes. Sweet whispers fill my heart, knowing I stride gor you, but with every step you get farther. Simple curses stroke my dying soul, blinded by the winds that surround me. I have a choice to end this or to live dead...