a spirit hides a long a creek, its voice heard in the wind
chills it sends through the pines, much does it take for them to chill flood of despair, brook of despair sifting through the leaves of torture (time), endlessly thinking of the past
constantly wishing for another chance, i drain my temper in the flood of despair, brook of despair cries heard of a drowning soul, choking on the water; grasping for air
murder in revenge for a life, choking on the blood; devoid of air flood of despair, brook of despair