I hate the crimson skies
and all those nature's lies.
I hate the grass so green
and the tree to which i lean.
Hate seeing the moon glow
and sound of the river flow.
I hate the drizzling rain
and the porch where i had lain.
Love the burning pain,
In my heart it grows.
Love the way it hurts,
Love the tear that flows.
Tears had betrayed my eyes
I knew she would never rise
Dunno where she had gone
Dunno why i was left alone.
I want the night to fall
And the darkness to stall.
As i close my eyes to find her
and wait for the silent whisper.
