At night I bleed a single drop of pain from my eyes
Built into my head to witness the destruction of human beings within
A lonely figure that stands out against the light
A silhouette of a shadow that lingers around my cranium
The steel barrel ice cold against my teeth
The thoughts of the world turn my point of view
The bullet flies without direction seemingly targeting you
The curtain of my eye reacts with a cold shoulder to the deathly winds
My name is burrowed into my hands so that you know who dealt the cards
The reapers only remorse is the death of love lost
For even death can feel that which is supposedly sent from above
Rain covers my dry face running so smoothly down my cheek
The angel from my nightmare sings the Hangman's Last Song
A farewell to those who noticed me and to the others, so long...
