Black waves full of death and decay
Wash over the last scraps
Of my withered heart
Still faintly beating
Still beliving
In the fairy tale
Before forevers end
Fingers scrapped clean of their skin
Scratching out words in blood
Bones exposed to the sand
Still writting of love
Still beliving
In the days
Before forevers end
Soul trapped to the rage of the wind
Hope being stripped from my ghost
Love longing to hear the thunder of bullets being hammered
Still fighting to breath
Still feeling
That the only fairy tale
Worth beliving
Is the one
Without forevers end