-6

Still it be mystery
in the deepest lake
in the southeast soul
in the longest ride

Could it be more misery
since the last hour we've met
to blame ourselves
to punish my sickest heart

Do not send my knives away
if you could not heal my bleed
don't you send your damage self here
if there is nobody to save me

Is it true if your horsemen self
is the same men I knew
for the last happiest day?

Or is it the demons of your vision
who hollows my eerie
into the most my orge
whose spine is chilling?