So young and pale...and angel of death in her...
Sad eyes look upon a tortured soul...the scars...

You fell from me...
What else would I think...

I cannot be left...
I was never alone...

You kill me so soft...
I cannot escape...

Tripped...
Faded...

Only in dreams can she be seen
Her illusion besets the mind...

How clever you are to reveal your pitiable state.
I can use you…or would think I would like...

Just bleeding like a dripping fall…
From a flower of unforgiveness...

I’m guilty…
Of the crimson blood upon my hands...

From a heated blight to a sinking soul...
One...Two...

I will crush and burn a tear
All you thought was never there...

This is not my life.
This is not my soul...