Love is such a petty thing.
A useless strife that ends one's life.
In the end your soul has withered.
Drained from the constant drought

Refill as much as you want
Daemons still come and claim their share.

Purify your soul you try.
Tear at your flesh they do.

Steaming streams of blood do flow.
Draining further the vessel.

Scars as thin as spider's webs
Line the arms of those slain.
Pure ice-cold hatred now seeps through their veins.

My heart has changed to stone
The dust was once bone.
The daemons have come to take me away
I resist not.
For they are the Heaven from a life of Hell.