The eyes are the face of the soul,
So pure, so infested with the qualities of...

I long to know how you feel,
Little hints I've seen so far...

I sit here now,
And sat there earlier...

Releases me from past pain,
Replenishes my strength...

It feels the same,
The sickness, vomiting my guts...

Day by day, hour upon hour,
As the minutes drift away...

Beauty, in it's darkest form,
Raining down upon my senses...

Blazing, the fires within my eyes,
Riding this passion, succumbing to lust...

Into darkness my soul dwells,
Falling apart...

I think to myself,
While I ready my blade...

I love your curly hair,
I love your beautiful eyes...

As sleep pours into me,
And the night hours dawn...