It's all I want from you,
Love of my secret desire...

Laying down beside your warmth,
even while mine's no more...

Within us all the Demon rests,
laying low in times of distress...

The Darkness hounds me like a looming omen;
I dare not stay yet only retreat from where I...

Death is its toy,
love is its prey...

All hearts were born to such a feeling,
the emptyness swayed in at this facade...

Lay upon darkness shrouded,
this glass bottle in my hand...

Once forth it comes anew,
a small light within my hand...

This idea so clever I held,
times of solitude thinking aloud...

Gloom this place covered in fog
the aura so frail yet nothing so fierce...

A journey for naught but simple pleasure,
yet none be so desperate as I...

Beginning in life, ending in death,
What is, now what was...