Sleeps in the lap of lonliness,
my baby,
and a mattress of a cold sigh,
on the bed,
The morning sun turns to gold,
every strand of her hair,
like a crown on her head,
When the sunrays,
play hide and seek with the window-shade,
and the gentle sea breeze,
steals into her room,
like a naughty voyeur,
and kisses her cheeks,
into an abashed red.

And unknown to her,
unseen,
my soul watches down,
tied to this mortal world,
my restless spirit,
and the big hollow,
where my heart had once been,
is etched and corroded,
by the two lines down her eyes,
where the dried tears reign.
Curled into herself,
like a newborn child,
as if she wants to merge within her own self,
and stop all that torrential rage,
that flows in her like a river wild.

Days after days that you have waited,
and all the hours that have gone by,
I wish I could say I was sorry,
I wish this was all a big lie,
And I wish I could say how much I loved you,
and how much you meant to me,
I wish I could tell you the truth,
that now you will never find me,
That I'm lost in the jaws of hell,
my eternity damned,
my body returned to ashes,
and my soul cursed never to be free.

I asked for the pain so much,
that I turned the warmth of your love into cold frost,
I played with my blade so much,
that the softness of your touch was lost,
And the blade went deeper,
a little more in...
a little more everytime...
that I finally failed in my misadventure,
I let the me in me lose,
and the blade in me win.