I still remember
the night that you
repainted yourself

And used only
a monochrome shade
of my blood

I had been awakened
by the tender ache
in your voice

The weakest hands
have the strongest
hearts hidden away

You have drained
all of my pain
and left me incomplete

You plucked the thorns
and left me lying
to let me bleed

With a halved heart
I wanted to beg
for your voice

Instead I choked
on my own words
and waited for darkness

Let the moon
drip its tears
for one night

Bring the stars
to my sleep
in my last dream

Still your sweet
laughter echoes
like an angel-song