There is a broken place with in my mined
I have this friend, she is a friend of mine
A shattered mirror in her eye I can see
When I'm crying every night I can hear,
Hear her calling, I hear her calling me.

She's makes me numb, this friend of mine
She has a shimmering face that eats up time
Submersed in the deluge of self-harmed blood
Running away from my burning life, I hear,
Hear her calling, I hear her calling Love.

Bleeding out pitch black tears of blood
Standing still, I'm submersed in the mud
Her Wasted face is always shinny like a gun
Glistening like a razor, when I'm crying I hear,
Hear her calling, I hear her calling out it's don.

She's the only friend that gave me any feeling
I'm standing in a flood, I'm stuck but still running.
Metallic glistening is what I see in her sharpened eye
She's a help, this friend of mine, I stand and I hear,
Hear her calling, I hear her calling me . . .


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 275 AF.