Arsenic is what I breath. My eyes shut and violently torn.
Bloodred marks the name that once cherished. My darkest thoughts.
(Blindfolded walking towards the light).
In dark I embrace. The pure taste of hearts.
The holiness of a son and cuts so divine.
Love means regret. In this tragedy of life.
My passion turns cold. By the break-downs of being.
No death greater than you. Fragile by the gift of knowing.
Temper the noise that breeds. And read the carved words.
Set fire to this black heart.