I follow your blood trails to the back of my carnnwhere you have laid for daysnnthe trees block our view and the dead lay dormantnnnnit's 2am and i saw her body cavort the lake bednnnnthe sun blinds, the sun blinds our eyesnnand rips the innocence from within usnnnndeath creeps!nnnnher bloodied hands they smear my exteriornnyour death was my demisennnni can see the blood down your fingernailsnnthe cuts make no resemblance to thisnnthe sky tears apart the sun blinds our eyes and there's nothing left but savaged limbs.