jet black tears stain the snow
as the scars you have
finally show
the people cry and walk away
again and again
the pain replays
judging
staring
misunderstood
they are scars from a time
that wasnt as good
before you found him
before you knew
before he told you what to do
to keep on running
and never give in
for himself
he had greatly sinned
your broken soul is left for dead 
and so the words whisper inside your head
leave the red rose by the gravestone
and turn back never
screaming the words
bodysnatchers forever.

XO