Inde

Dark figure of the night
put my mind wide awake
i can barely see the face
hiden up by a shadow

poisons and guns
cold blood driping
white skin
showing it's veins
and the pain beneath the flesh

behind the staid stare
lies a soul
well hidden in the dirty
of the fears and regrets

this little blody pupet
in your sholders
is a scarecrow
for hope and salvation
but i read on it
that no harm
you can do
to me
and i wish
you could set
me free