My wings, Fading away
I swore my life to you, As I swore on that day...

Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?
The cold knives I plunge into their chest..
Into their cold, fading hearts...
It means nothing to me.
It means
Nothing
To me....
If I'm supposed to have these....
Things
Why am I so distorted?
Broken?
Erased
Forgotten..
Left to rot with that ***** you call a wife..