Despite it all, all that you have done;
Hurt my soul and crushed my heart,
And destroyed all that we had won,
As easily as one tosses a dart.

I still feel your breath on my neck,
I hear your whispers when I sleep,
I find I still desire you in this shipwreck
That I call my heart, and I weep.
                
You won't leave my mind alone,
I see you when I close my eyes.
For these sins, I cannot atone,
Even after our final goodbyes.

I dreamed of you again, you see,
All throughout the night.
Oh won't you set my soul free?
And end my eternal plight?

As I look into your empty eyes
I wonder what they've seen
Were they once filled with joy?
Will you be missed? By who?
Just how did you live you life?
And how did it bring you here?
Here, amongst piled leaves and grass
Cold, Alone, Empty
Even if Nobody else does.
I'll remember.

Crimson petals drawing crimson water,
A beacon of love with thorns beneath.
His darkened eyes, he sought her;
Only dark intentions underneath.

White as snow, with purest thoughts,
He drew her to his field of hurt,
Where only pain could be wrought.
There was no truth to assert.

Bright as fire, radiant as dawn,
But fire destroys as well as create.
Out of the ashes, hate was reborn.
Hate would serve as the fish’s bait.

Dark as night, fearful, alone.
Most cower from his advance.
But together, they could atone,
And in each other, found romance.

You stood by my side
Through this world of hurt,
In only you I could confide
The only one I could convert.

But all changed

My hands are bloodied,
My eyes are stained,
My mind is muddied,
Your pain is sustained.

So I told you.

A murderer, a tool for hire
I lent you money in blood
You threw it away, disgusted.
And ran, and I stood.

And the shot was taken.

How must it feel, to burn so bright?
As you streak down through the sky,
To become a muse’s delight
As you fall to us, to die?

I watched you fall down through clouds
Down into our field of dreams,
And as they wished in crowds and crowds
I ran to you past joyous screams.

Perhaps as I ran, I made a secret wish,
Perhaps I dreamt of fate and love,
For what I found in that earthen dish,
Was that which I'd but dreamed of