Desolation, he was
One of those rare bittersweets...

Open the book of sins
And calculate the next victim...

Your black heart decieves with a clever stain
The bloodshot eyes are all that remain...

Bright pictures of better times
Broken mirrors of thought-out crimes...

Her hands grip the cold railing
While she's leaning over, she questions...

Elusive, forever hiding
Dark tunnels...

Open the door and slam it in my face
All this pain for a brief embrace...

Do you like these sick little games?
I destroyed the film and all of its frames...

You're the apple of my eye
Stick the needle in when I cry...

Hiding beneath the trees of hate
Underneath the lie we have named fate...

Smiling through the blankets of black
The sun turns us to stone...

She spreads the veil of black deceit
Two lives lie intricately tangled...