She stays in the shadows, in the darkest corners
her deep black clothes keep her hidden...

Twisting the blade into my skin
watching the blood spill out...

I'll never be the same
Since that day it all ended...

Darkened skies linger above her
the smirk on his face burns in her mind...

The rain is running down the window
my tears are tracing a path down my face...

I remember,
the first day we met...

Maybe in the end of all are eternity
upon death we will and shall come to realize...

I remember when I was seven years old
I went to church ever Sunday...

The angels hailed her
As she passed them by...

Thoust hand lies distilled among-st thy throat
Thoust breath is cold, a rotten taste...

She thought she was in love
that nothing could go wrong...

The silver threads upon my skin
close up the deepest wounds...