As though the road never seemed so narrow
The guilty figure standing from a distance
Mystified by the stain of a crow
Softly pouring down the hands of the spitting image
Sounds of weeping conduct such beautiful melodies
Rummaging through the empty pages
Skipping such arduos memories
Hidden beneath the undying truth
Eyes weakening by the touch of an angel
Fragile little bodies
Deceased.
Rewind the forbidden faults
Only to be caught in the madness and chaos
The guilty figure stood from a distance
Plastered all over with the evidence of the innocents