Bitter simile behind an emotionless mask
Hiding in your cruel world...

I banished your image from my decaying mind
I lured the pain, I invited the tears to take over...

All the poison in the world
Couldn't kill the love they felt...

How are they to know the things that I beheld
Each time I looked inside my soul, I saw...

Swallowed by the passing time
The things that I adored have come to be...

You looked at me with cold desire in your eyes
You locked me inside a little box of putrid wood...

The day I saw a crestfallen angel
I wept for the misery of my own existence...