I fear the fate,
I know the future
That's why
Call it a dream
It may be a rhyme
I see you there
Clear as sky
Laying on your back
Not crawling away
There's blood
Everywhere
Your eyes white
As water and ice
But the ground
It bleeds or
Is that you?
Crimson blades
And painfull tides
I see it beating still
Your heart,
in Your hand
And Me standing
There just,
Helpless,
The open wound
On your chest
And The unheard
screams In my dreams
I fear the fates and
I fear the day,
The day you die.
