Poor soul, grieving is all you’re bound to know
You burn the weak bridges of distant bays
In the barren shade you will never grow


You’ll reap the rotted seeds of all you sow
Doomed to be alone for the coming days
Poor soul, grieving is all you’re bound to know


Neither pain, nor pleasure, will make you glow
Stuck forever in your pitiful ways
In the barren shade you will never grow


Through evil, twisted words and forked-tongue woe
Do your everything to push them away
Poor soul, grieving is all you’re bound to know


In the haste of fright, you condemn your foe
Care little to not for the truth they say
In the barren shade you will never grow


I’d give you my heart for this final blow
Even for the fruit of love you’d not stay
Poor soul, grieving is all you’re bound to know
In the barren shade you will never grow

They say that love hurts,
But it's the pain that tears us in parts.
Unable to make if it's a memory
Or nightmare, we see silhouettes of ourselves in the dark.

She pleaded and cried no,
All that fell deaf into his ears.
He wrecked her, in his spirit reckless
Like torn petals she was drenched in her blood.

Her fights in vain,
Her resilience silenced.
Pinned against her will,
Like a picture hung on the wall
She laid there as he armoured.
Down it hurt like a weapon ******,
Her eyes welled with pain and hate,
In muffled screams she cursed the beast-
No cry or plea helped his haste.

Her hand reached out to the knife she was mugged,
Slit his throat and blood gushed out.
Then he lost and succumbed to the ground,
Stained with blood she could now gasp for breath.