Do you aspire to create pain? when tattered memories line your mind or do you feed on rotten qualms? the source of which is hard to find.
Remember when times were good you and I rocked the world but now a broken voice makes a wild cacophony a deluge of sorrow and despair unfurled.
Together we created euphoric magic In every tune, the world did bow but our love suffered a grave defeat tears fall cheap and easily now.
Her divine voice,still resonate my heart her song would touch the heaven the euphony would change the hardest of heart who retreated in madness of guilt-driven.
She had a desperate passion for life but death denied her the freedom when she departed with a brave smile she was certain to reach god's kingdom.
Now you and I face the lonely nights and I cry loudly to defeat my pain but your silent demeanor is quite haunting so my tears fall stronger than the rain.
With bloodied hands I make a vow today i'd play the last tune with you I ask you to bleed with me so our song shall reborn clean and new.
Bleed my guitar!bleed all the more let my broken voice reach her soul Where in afterlife,she and I would reunite and the world will know of our parole.
...and slowly the music faded away as raw blood diluted the tears hugging his guitar upon his final breath he closed his eyes for she was near.