• poor child, in madness and pain you tread

    your past is shut away, hidden from view

    too little know what pains you in your head

    but you're unable to embrace the few

    a child stumbling in the snow, you cry

    flames roar 'round loved ones in eternal sleep

    little girl's smile, two small teeth cast aside

    your first true love, from you in fear she flees

    music briefly aids to relieve the pain

    but none can heal your shattered, injured heart

    dark eyes as red as snow with crimson's stain

    they gave a name for your too eager part


    dwarfing others, you leave them in your shade

    few know this monster was not born but made