• The air is thick as the sun begins to weep ,

    The blood red moon has risen.

    Not a sound is heard in this stillness ,

    still I try to breathe.

    Clenching to the past , the fiber of my soul

    I can not hold on...

    Lost in my own reflection I am haunted.

    Who is this person looking back at me?

    I am not quite sure ....

    Shadows on the wall , Shadows all around me

    The demons creeping in , they are all mine.

    I can not find peace , in this restless night air.

    I am lost in innocence , bathed in blood....

    The doves don't sing for me , I am slipping...

    Slipping further and further from myself.

    You can not save me ....

    I am my own destruction, I can't find my way.

    The blood red moon has risen.