How to begin, My Love?
Blood will drip but not yet, you see...I must make...

This cancerous deed...I swallow...
In this dagger pain I wallow...

Must you make my life so long?
What have I done that was so wrong...

This was you...
To me you were a perfection of God's Creation...

In cadence with your dreams,
Illusion...

The sweetness of the purest rose caresses my skin
The morning myst's goal, my love to win...

You fell from me...
What else would I think...

Tripped...
Faded...

A touch to love a touch that kills
Wanting to be a miracle...

***Okay, I know it might not be easily understood...

Feed on anger, feed on souls!
Vent my feelings; torment roles...

This is not my life.
This is not my soul...