The wolf howls at an empty sky, who am I?... Si-adotchi, the cry into the night, the mirror of the black roses, the blackening of the sun...
Cry in my beauty, cry in my pain, cry into those half written love letters, whisper into the wind, and let my tears flow freely, love me to kill me...
Roses are black, so is my heart, so is my coffee in the morning...
Ashes fly off the pages of my old books I shared with her, Zoloft my love when are you coming home?...

Zoloft was dead a fox took her place, the fox wrote and died, a wolf take their place, Jackson howls at the moon for a girl he calls Killer, but I like for my purple hair neko call me cry, call me a hater, love me again, my dear Zoloft now and forever for the Stars they so fall when the cherry blossoms call and that my dear is the werewolves call...