Beloved from the drops of crimson tears,
The fire of hell burst forth,
Scorning everything it touched,
Yet I walked through alone and unharmed.
Then I met you upon that high mountain top,
Your golden wings guided me from my own dark ones,
Yet the opposites, love and hate, was the reason for our…
When I fell from you, back into my wicked abyss,
You pulled me close again and raise me up,
Back from the fires of hell, and the chains of sin.
Was there a reason for my pitiful existence,
To bring suffering to those who cared,
I tried to hide and fool everyone,
Even you who could see right through me.
I wonder what you see,
I see a tortured soul, with lines of sin and,
Death etched onto her face,
Her once soft smile now bittersweet.
And yet you see the woman that once was,
From the depths of love,
Yet was destroyed coldly,
With the same force.
Do you see my eyes any longer,
No longer lifeless, but full of life again,
Or the true color of my soul,
Though I camouflage it.
Why do you continue to rescue me,
From my insanity when I have nothing to give,
In return for your love,
And your hand to guide me back from the edge.
Forever I’ll remain by your side,
Calmly and free for you to see,
We are opposites, yes, but whole,
I am no longer bittersweet.