Walking among shadows,
Shady characters of faded cast
Acting out their last role.
Beautiful lonely stars.
These are my people,
These fallen stars.
You may think you see us,
You never had a part.
Flickering performance
On a burning stage,
In naked daylight
For you to hate.
Directing the audience
I paint in tones of gray,
In shades of black,
In cold dismay.
I paint my deamons
As scars of blood
In a barren landscape
Where all is lost.