She met an artist
His fingers were made of gold
They moved like brush strokes
She was an empty canvas
His portrait of rainbow tears

The morning creeping up on a tired night
 This notion dawns on me.

The last conversation we had
It's memory still tears me to tears
Tearing at my soul
My happiness now raging
It's feelings is spitting mad.

Devoid of emotions
Your eyes hollow like the dead of night
Your words frosty and so cold
My heart frozen has given up it's fight.

We were in lust
Our souls constantly craving intamacy
Emotions dacayed and turned to rust
Smiling momories tainted
Deceased
It has turned to dust.

like the sun into the night you where gone
like a bird taking flight you where gone
like the moon in the light you where gone
only because I didn't open the doors for you
because I refused to give you the key
because I was scared
scared you'd do this to me.