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

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

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...

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...

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

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

I stand over a grave,
One that reads not Beloved nor Forgotten...