You see me for what you are, not what you want to be,
I see you as what I could possibly have if I tried a little harder to be Human, like the rest of you unknown;
To the public eye, I wander, from place to place.
To what do I call home?
Life is simple and in short,
Death is a welcome sight I look forward to.
You stay hidden so well.
To what do I owe this honor?
Past the home you used to know, be thankful you do.
Born to the night, I rake my own course,
You take me in, as if I were a friend.
To what do I need for thanks?
Travel the beaten path, like you wanted;
Waver to and fro, I pass you by.
You follow me away from here.
To what do I share my ways?
Take my hand, we will go forth.
Into unknown by the present,
The past is our only companion.
To what do I shed my blood?
Stained red, are my memories;
As are yours, if you want not to close them off from your feeble eyes.
Find your self, lost and torn.
To what do I help the demon with in?
A spring day, the wind blows hard.
Across the desert plain, I call my soul.
Hear the wind cry in pain.
To what do I curse my own betrayal?
The sword cuts my hair, I ducked too late.
Falling like the tears I do not shed, the wind carries me away.
I am free now, as I was before, locked to nothing.
To what do I show this freedom?
Cast me out and away from this place,
I wish no longer to stand torn and cold,
Find me deep in the wood, follow me once more.
To what do I ask a second chance?
There you are, I see you now,
Broken like before, say not why you hold that stare.
I asked myself time and time again, but still I fear to fail.
To what do I stake my claim?
You asked me again, why I was here;
I shunned you away, like all before.
Don�t ask me things I can not with stand, I do not know why I cry.
To what do I bring forth with me?
To the land, I am owned.
Broken seed, come forth to show me what I have done wrong.
Shorten the endless night, what then will I be; today,
Tomorrow, another day passes.
To what do I claim my wasted life?
Take me now, or forever be with drew.
I play the game only once;
But I cut myself down as you watched with tears.
To what do I repair these broken ways?
Wings bruised and bleeding,
I can no longer fly,
Take me as I am, I cry for no other but you.
To what do I seek to shed my emotions?
Clutch the knife as if it were your own,
Pray tell, don�t ask me now, but strike below.
I do not cry out, the blade is warm.
To what do I require to cripple my life?
Time passes by, do not think twice about the time wasted.
Tomorrow is another new day, fresh and clean;
I asked you once to be with me.
To what do I cast this pain?
Look me in the eye, tell me more,
Cry for me, you never did before.
A simple prayer, is all I ask, not to be forgotten in a place like this.
To what do I chant my stories?
Deep and dark, your eyes tell me nothing.
Can�t you see past the blind mirage that is your life; tell me now.
Take me to that spot you showed me before when we were innocent.
To what do I pour my soul?
Upon the ground, I see the broken stone.
We picked it back up that last time,
But it crumbled to dust in our hands.
To what do I feel is my purpose?
Strike straight and true,
You would have once before; you stop for me now.
I asked not, your freedom is yours alone.
To what do I have this choice to make?
Forgive, but not to forget,
The pain is too great,
The scar too deep.
To what do I inflict the wound?
The words are spoken through cursed lips,
They are not your words any longer.
Don�t ask me how, I can see this will never end.
To what do I fight against for the beginning?