• I can see them.....
    Can you.....
    It is dark.....
    But it is true.....

    But of course you do not see.....
    You leave my lonely heart to bleed.....
    The dark eyes around they dart.....
    Planting fear, a small round seed.....

    Which soon blossoms into darkness.....
    And grows a huge dark tree.....
    The kind that always grows dead.....
    And bears no life that you can see.....

    BUt it grows taller, that you see.....
    The blood from your heart, sinks right back to that seed.....
    And it grows before the naked eye.....
    And you cannot control the bleed.....

    So well done you grew the fear with your very own blood.....
    And when you're lying in the ground in the coldest of mud.....

    The tree remains growing sucking life from that which is dead.....
    And while you take your dying breath, grasp the light now instead.....