Insatiable desire avenged.
Tainted and impure.
Trying too hard, gasping for breath
Trying to pass life's toughest test

Don't give me a hand, let me just stand
Head strong into the night.
Heartbroken into fragmented
Stained church-glass

Green as gold
Red as night
Given the prize of chosing the never ending question

To be or not to be?

Lost in the possibility of a turnaround
Wondering if death is sweet as they think

Hush my baby
Hush my sweet

Don't be tempted by deaths' lullaby,
And be a Death Child, as I once was.

You see unscared flesh and wonder how it could be
When you see the eyes, and See my precious Self withdraw to the depths

Of a broken abyss