A feverish and blushing bride
Holding onto the hand of the snake...

The day is coming; I’m waxing my sword.
It’s shining glamour and glaze...

I am a broken river washed ashore
The heart I adored is now like dust...

In here
It is aching, hurting, turning...

Sand on my skin; I’m all alone.
Loneliness creeps in; to the bone...

Distract me
Pull on my cheeks now and then...

My only friend from nowhere even close
The lover between white and wet sheets...

So many promises in one day
Even quicker melts away...

You are doing it
marrying a love...

With love
I'm done...

Dragons in my bedroom
Drugs consuming my mind...

Why do you drain me like this, haven’t I...
For wanting you to experience new things... trying...