• Imagine:
    Dark forest
    Dead Ground
    Sharp knife
    Not a sound
    From you
    Or the earth
    All is still

    Imagine:
    You there
    No love
    Evil fits you
    Like a glove
    No way
    No how
    Free to kill

    Darkness growing
    Not a light glowing
    Gleam of a sharpened knife
    Only pain here
    And all I can hear
    Is the ending of my life


    I can hear a scream
    Oh come back to me
    Please don’t let it end this way
    Make me change my mind
    Change it and I might find
    A reason to live the rest of this day