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I'm sitting in the shadows of life, the silence which held my tongue, waiting to waste away
We've all died a hundred times before, but I'm dead, from these flames I shall not rise
Numbness the shield that blocks me from pain, I find hope in my imminent demise
And it all started when she let me fall from grace, the angel my mind can't help but portray

Though we were star-crossed lovers our passion was thrice that of the jewels in heaven
Succumbing to unearthly bliss, I escaped the nothingness within, because love was my haven
But, like my soul, with time her celestial wings changed to the dark hue of a raven
Her eyes slowly becoming red seas of resentment, an image that still leaves me craven

Taking all that I was, she left me devoid of life, but who was I to complain
I was a fool in love, owned by her, pushed forward by love's shadowed conviction
For in love you offer all that you are even if it's merely a heart to be slain
Yet her mere touch was intoxicating, her eyes hypnotic, surely love had become my addiction

Time was against us, turning a sea of love into a desolate wasteland, our bond was an affliction
I clung onto the memories only to, after she had gone, be led to my own crucifixion
Before her I was nothing, as I am now, I await this shell's death as I stare at the moon
For maybe in the afterlife that beautiful angel I'll be able to swoon