As i walk through the valley
of the shadow of death...

What is beauty?
why is that what we strive for...

I gaze into the reflection of my soul
It is broken...

I toss and turn in the arms that are not wrapped...
i go to kiss the lips that aren't there...

I pulled your trigger
you pointed it at me...

With such temptation
in one's hand...

Today i realized
i sold my soul for three words...

No one gives that sweet look
Ice cold chill of death...

"my love"
these words flow from you lips...

I wait for you to feel
to see something inside me...

I try to look for your eyes
i want to feel your gaze...

I read your words
as they are written in my heart...