-Josh Sylvia
The figure stood still under the pale moon light
Echoes of beasts wispered through the cold dead night
Fog swept over the land as the air grew thick and dry
Grass and vines grown wild, blocking out the sky
Dark echoes race through the dead mans head
Memories of mistakes done and made, not said
Memories of battles won and lost
Knowing not of the true price or cost
Standing silent, threw his mind's a clatter
Contemplating his lost, though nothing will matter
If tonight would be his last, who would give a damn
Causing more trouble then good, only doing what he can
Smoking the day's last cigarette, thinking what she said
Wishing he could take it back, but it's there to stay instead
Why did she have to make him, so strongly feel
Manipulating his emotions, his heart she could steal
The man looks down at his hands dripping with swet and blood
Her lifeless body lays still, all covered in the mud
Once with him in bed, now laying in the cold dead earth
It is far too late for this man to seek rebirth
Yesterday's unborn, tomorrow's fallen foe
Once with great power, now reduced to this low
A ten pound ax lays by this cold man's foot
The bitch's back, is where it was once put
He howls at the moon, crying for a dead man's son
Once an innocent child, now Lucifer's fun
The weight of the world has crushed his innocence through time
Now this dead girls lays punished, suffering for an undone crime
The hands of time still ticking, he mustn't delay
Soon he would be found, the price he would pay
Now all alone, nothing left to live for
Should he hack up the body, that laies still on the floor
From his coat he reaches in, and pulls out a knife
He has now lost the love of his wife
The knife he now raises straight to his bare chest
He knows that this must be done for the best
Death has taken his wife, now it's time for his last breath
Seaking only the sweat, of his own fine death
He lunges the knife, slowly drawing out blood
He now joins his wife, face down in the mud
