I had the words, but I forgot.
Lately that's happened a lot.
I don't see the point in writing,
You got bored, I should be done fighting.
But I'm not and I know it too,
the only one who doesn't, seems to be you.

Before it happens, I always know
I've had only, one surprising blow,
But it doesn't matter, and neither do you,
she's gone, and now, you are too.

Staring deep, into the fire, as it dies,
I've come to see, that it all was lies.
But now I forget your once perfect voice,
That's what you want, and it was your choice.
But the beat of your heart, pulsing with haste,
Lying in my arms, as they wrapped round your waist.  
That memory shall take longer, much longer, to die,
Too bad even that memory, was naught but a lie.

Sing, Goddess, a poem worthy of my love
As beautiful as Venus, lady of the dove
Sing, Goddess, for my muse has run dry
Yet the muses are immortal, never to die
Sing, Goddess, Erato hear my plea
I need a poem good enough, for my love to see.

My favourite colour, has long since been grey
But I didn't know why, until today
I envy grey, grey doesn't commit
Any strong emotion, well grey isn't it
Grey's not red anger, red hate, or  red love,
Blue sadness, yellow fury or perfection's white dove.
No, grey is nothing, no emotion, no pain,
no commitment, no dichotomies, I want that again.

My heart hungers for revenge and my sword it thirsts for blood
Those who thought they'd defy me hit the ground with a satisfying 'thud'
It's not my fault, I didn't do it.
We all know I was driven to it.
The smug looks, the mocking words
now they're just fodder for the birds
Stand in my way and I'll improve my renown
Make me look back and I shall cut. You. Down

May your god take mercy on you, I have none to spare
You can't do you what you did, and expect me not to care.

I want to show you the words I write,
whisper them softly to you at night.
But you're too far away and the words aren't good enough
My reply is always 'nothing' and you don't care to call my bluff.

Far away with other people, in a place I just don't know
Far away beyond where I am, beyond the hills and snow
But I've a blade of ice and heart stone
so I can handle this being alone

Yet remember when you laid your head,
in my lap and on my bed?
Remember the smiles of our first date?
Why haven't I felt that as of late?

Time is a really killer, and yeah so is distance too
far two long are both, separating me and you
Now I know I'm not supposed to care,
but I still see your smile everywhere

In my dreams, when my eyes are closed
but I hide it and keep composed.
Far too long since I've seen your face
and even longer, since I made your heart race.