Keep Quiet

When the wind dies down and the howling stops The hurting starts, then I hear your name In this quiet time, this aching time I can hear your fingers on the window pane If I was in the dark, if I was in the light If we were walking through the forests

The sky turns red and he can't find his heart or lungs. He lost them when he realized his hands were full of black blood. He'd cut them off, smiling, and he mumbled 'that was a relief.' Insects started eating his hands while he cried a tear of joy. T