It's like kissing the undead, his lips don't feel the same, his stare is cold and blank, and all sensations are telling you to run, but you never had the chance. You are his forever, or at least forever now, cause if you really wanted to, you could turn around, leave this place without a sound, but you don't want that, and I swear you never did, because of how you love the pain, oh how it's torturous. But I am not a lover only but the loved, learning how to kiss with these lips of withered skin.

So where did my friends go oh where have they gone?
They're on a fence post and I'm all alone,
So where did my friends go and where have they gone?
They never left me, I left them all.

Before this shelter, had brought the cold.
He called for war, and fought the world,
He began to slip, and fall so short,
He called for help, but was abhorred,
These things happen when you seal your doors.
Shut them out and block their voice,
Hiding from the darkest hole,
The reaches of your darkened soul.

I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun.

I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.

It's dreary overhead, when it's clear that you love him. A thousand more emotions, you could conjure on a whim. So see a reason why I sing? To exhume the demons beneath my skin! I escape the haunting's of this dream through love and other things. To change maybe not the movie but possibly this scene. To escape all the things I make but couldn't keep, the keep which now I sit, high atop my peak, on a throne for ruined kings.

The rain calls for pained ones.
With walls bathed in blame's blood.
The halls shake with thunders hate.
In the wake of past "mistakes."