A single word piercing worse than a sword, causing pain that'll leave me never feeling the same
the empty feeling taking over from a simple lie, leaving me alone my body urning to die, i wish i could relieve the memory instead of the sea of nightmares, that takes my heart to the stare of death, even in this winter i find myself undressed, the chilled hand of death is the most sensual caress when
I'm laying here alone
my skin bruised to the bone, from what i need
but will never take
my soul is gone but body still here,
wanting my death to draw near
