I can feel the blood rush to my hand
After you held it tight...

She sits with her love
By the fire of life...

Its upon my guilty conscience
That at night I weep...

An angel shadows her room
And watches over her at night...

I held her close to my heart
Afraid to let her go...

The clock is ticking in my room
I wonder when it'll stop...

She keeps her head steady
But bowed in a trance...

I once drew a perfect picture
That matched my lovely heart...

I'm drowsy from the drugs I'm on
As my breaths are slow but deep...

Despairing looks in an all white portrait,
They stain the beauty with a black shade...

It began as a classic romantic fairytale,
We thought could never expire...

Soft wind whips knots into my long hair
I can hear a voice whisper over there...