I can be your savior
I can be Your Martyr...

He can whisper silently,
lips moving, no sound...

The lovers can destroy the meaning behind a word,
make it so perfectly shattered...

Their love is out of the question,
if one might touch you...

You know when you feel alone,
and pray vain hopes...

Pale like the memories
that lie forgotten...

I hate the day
You were given breath...

Breeze that washes over face
You close your eyes and smell...

First, I must make It clear what has taken place...
"I am Sorry...

My heart
Stops...

Peace
solitary...

Oh the coldness
Gripping my throat...