You can cut off my hands
and I will feel less pain.
You can stab my heart
and it will feel the same.
There is no pain like
losing someone you love.
Knowing time is short
and it is never enough.
My heart is lost without you,
not a beat, not a flip,
and everyday you will be
the one I will truly miss.

She shivers in her jean jacket,
both nervous and cold.
Her first time on her first date,
and she not sure what is to be told.

She looks to him,
black hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders.
He turns to her, she blushes
and her feet become colder.

He stops, and she stops with him.
He smiles at her and leans in.
He grabs her face for a gentle kiss,
and their relationship begins.

After many years of marriage,
they walk slower on this same spot.
Now in a cardigan not nervous at all,
not a fearful care or thought.

She now looks at him
with her wrinkled smile and face.
She kisses his soft lips like before
in their falling in love place.

The satin gown of hope a myth
      
   The heroes fallen                                      
                                    to the abyss

The bloom of death, no longer risen
Our souls trapped in endless prison

        Existence the master of all
        masked curses
    
              A song of tragedy with endless
              verses

   So if dying breath comes anyway
                  What's it matter
                 How soon the day

All suns set
Some plan no dawn
They care not for those who mourn

           I wish myself
      The blood to stop
     To soon not hold
   A single drop

So I promise you my heart for free
       If you swear
   You'll rip it out of me