I gave you this tattered heart,
in hopes you wouldn't break it.
You taken good care of it,
...
I write what i feel, i feel what i write.)
Red Moon
Whispering voices
in my head
speaking for me
speaking for the dead
spelling truths
saying lies
showing light
yet death still cries
pircing mountains
pircing skies
striking all
that disbelieve
Death is coming
all to soon
Tonight the sky
Shall bare the Red moon