Your silhouette’s a perfect harmony
Turned dissonance,
A soothing blend of sadness mixed with pain.

The final chord of love is sharp,
It’s strummed through hearts
Sown by the barbed wire of my veins.

The shape of you is medicine turned poison,
A flower of thorns!
I pray for your salvation,
Yet all I get is scorn.

Behind this curtain of flesh is an abyss,
The dreadful hall of mirrors
Where your name echoes like a ringing bell
Made tolling by my pulse.

Foresaking you’s like draining
Blood from a slaughtered animal –
Can never get it all,
No matter how hard you try.

You torture me, my angel.
I beg you, leave me now
When my hurt’s the strongest
And I crave you the most.

Do not say goodbye,
Please spare me the betrayal.
Sweet ignorance is bliss,
I drown in your abyss,
My love is my asylum…