Beyond The Rising Sun

These bloodstained hands will never
Come clean
They are my scars.
They lie deeper than my flesh.

They live in my memories.
And I shall take them to my death bed.
To my death bed.

Tear out my eyes to see another day.
Tear out my eyes to see beyond the rising sun.
And Let every tear I shed
Be a part of the memory I have of you.

With both thumbs I stub out the eyes
The eyes of yesterday

Grasping with both hands I begin to suffocate
And as her skin turned numb
I said good bye

She lays there cold
But she is still breathing
I turn away
And forget