As darkness comes, my thoughts run on,
the cold wind blows as heart ache takes it's toll.
Bleeding deep with wounds unknown,
a knife so deep like the sword in the stone.
Placed their by fate a curse on his flight,
and the boy screams out please God, take my life.
For I do not wish to live this pain and agony,
this life of mine filled with pitiful irony.
For he loves a girl who he cannot be with,
a destiny fitted by faith at the hand of his birth.
Raised in truth, beat out of desire,
the boy keeps his past a secret, as well as his burnt out fire.
For his curse is what he most desire,
simply love is what he admired.
In spite of his efforts to do so he was denied.
Denied the thought of love inside.
Denied the loving caress of a female touch,
Laughed at and denied and fatedly blushed.
Denied the right to be free,
and denied the right to live as she.
For she was all that he was not,
She was the free as he could never be.
To show her desire and lust and love,
To be connected to a world that he looked down on from above.
She would never understand why he felt this way,
He barely knew reasons which made him persuade.
To be like he was different from the rest,
t'was another reason he could never be the best.
For winning wasn't a part of him,
no matter how hard he tried he would never win.
In life, in love, and all of the above,
he could not pass on this way.
So he died inside not wondering why, he wasn't made for this world,
and he is stuck here now and watches it fly in such as one big blur.
Racing through time, and watching people die,
he dies a little more each time.
But this girl came along and changed all that was wrong,
in spite of his liveliness that was gone.
She set him free, but to his disbelief,
this wasn't meant to be.
He was dead inside waiting to be moved,
but the savior himself could not his life be renewed.
In spite of it all he felt himself fall, but what would happen to him?
When one is already dead, the chances of true love are dim.
