So Cold

Dark spiral, falling down. The butter knifes on the ground.

A hand reaches out, someone to hold. My dark knight, your hearts so cold.

Confused, dazed...Yet so amazed, my life to you was just for play.

Darkness came, and with it you're gone. The airs grown thick just like after a bomb.

Like the red from this rose, my blood will flow. Thorns so deep, how could I compete...

So before my last breath I ask this of you...Please take my life like you're bound to do...

Save me the pain of my knife that cuts oh so slow...