She makes me dead
she keeps me alive,
just like a purple haze
the blood running through my veins,
her thought
like a gun shot
makes me cold,
as cold as death
as cold as her heart,
which doesnt care
which doesnt swear
by the pain i have
the pain she gives,
that keeps me alive
She the light
of my fading life,
which i am trying to save
due to the the pain she gave
Yes it hurts
it hurts so bad,
when all the pain
goes in vain,
but i ll suffer
suffer the pain
even if its in vain,
just for her presence
this like a penance
She the priestess of my dreams
the cause of my screams
so near yet so far,
will she ever be mine......
