I present to you a weapon,
an almighty sword called Passion.
I yielded it with pride and glory,
hoping for anyone to claim.
It attracted both angels and ghouls,
and I chose to give it to the latter
because I was an eager fool.
I gave it to the devil with the halo,
and the sword turned against me.
He ceased my time, love and lust.
I gave it all but it was never enough.
He drained my soul dry, and emptied my well,
Passion to my throat, me under his spell.
He threatened to cut me, so I endured,
but the day came and I cut the cord.
I let myself bleed as he released his hold,
here comes the end of a story once untold.

Now this is where something new begins,
the part where I realize I'm ready again,
Here I stand before you with tired arms,
ready to give you what I once gave.
Now that you know what I've been through
and what this blade can ultimately do,
I pray that you take it and use it with truth.
Do what you must, and do what you will,
but I beg of you to keep this in mind,
know that this is what killed me before,
please, just please, don't be unkind.