im back, my last song was a couple of months ago. This is a bit different, kinda cliched but i hope you like it.

lying back to the dark tiled wall
spilt blood, hair, twist on the floor
hands by sides, slits wrists and tight fists
face vacant, unfocused eyes stare through mists

tangled hair
bangled hands
strangled neck
spent sands

past left forgotten
rotten, blood-shotten
the hate, pain and lies
your red eyes for red skies

a final heartbeat quavers and wavers
a final scream fades, drools and slavers
the light in your eyes pauses flickers and dies
your red eyes for red skies
Patterns In The Ivy present ethnicity on an intriguing and dedicated level. ~Ambient Exotica
A mesmeric melange of yearning voice, delicate piano and carefully chosen samples. ~Lost Voices