An empty hand portraying a hollow heart,
its misery echos through the desperation of her...

I am a prisoner of you
My heart is shackled to your soul...

On the shore of lost souls
waves beat and break against tattered spirits...

Erase our steps as if they never existed
Beat the path our journey smoothed out...

The world is built on excuses
diversions of the mind...

Naivety in the punishment for foolish hearts
For indulging in fantasies of secrets left kept...

The last pedal from the black rose falls
And I'm here holding in my hand that which used to...

Her slowing heartbeat set the pulse of time,
as her last moments faded into memories...

The warm vomit flows through my fingertips as she...
i don't know what to do...

Your heartbeat is my drum roll into battle,
The courage for my soldier's soul in the conquest...

The world stares you in the face
Taking everything from even nothing...

Barbed wire fences have surrounded my soul
scarring my tattered spirit...