A blissful kiss, from innocent lips;
Holds the impurity, while hands rest upon grown hips.
In your ebony solitude, craving your dark desires;
I approach you, eyes burning bright like a fire.
Fingertips touch, who's the first to cower away?
Eyes blazing, I stand my ground; I stay.
Your eyes shade away, pulling you into misery; committing crimes of pain compelling your sinistery.
Your touch now cold, your skin now grey, ashes to ashes memories start to fade.