As dark hearts entwine,
by the pale glow of night,
they'll be mine.

As lips cut,
the buttercups in flight,
orbs pale and pitch shut.

You see?
I see them all alight,
yet still I let them be.

Flickering candles,
haha...they dance now,
unknowingly towards shambles.

Yes...I'll let them be,
awaiting their ***** and then they'll bow,
and be a part of me.