strike me down, should I go to hell for what I have done
i am alive
and what's more -
i am awake
she lives to give
and in turn i care only to take
ready to see, to feel
to burn through the night
i am the fire
and - out of nowhere
She is the light
my angels go silent
my demons, they creep;
yes, i may slumber
but though i lie, i cannot sleep
this soul takes hold
i embrace its caress
thine spirit cries out
with a need to express
we came looking for ash
but found only soot;
this love we consume, devour,
and trample underfoot
left in ruins
love we send to the grave
betraying a promise
we chose instead to enslave
convictions dissembled
morality left behind
a beauty to explore, to transcend -
and a memory to find
a whisper, a wonder
and a check left blank
to look back and question
why that crumbling ship sank
my will breaks
my spine cracks
with each passing lie...
without this one true love
we wither
we blister
and we die
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