The keys played softly,
A slow, agonizing dance.
The sounds full of memory,
Carved me a painful path.
Her voice sang so sadly,
But with such enticing harmony,
The words looped and laced me,
The music drew me in.

Her sadness enveloped me,
The keys slowly danced on.
I took a step forward,
on the road which she created...
with her voice and music,
it spreads out gracefully and onwards.
The playing keys beckons me,
Her deadly voice serenades me.
And I obediently followed.

The beautiful voice then fades,
A low voice chanted...
She cried her confessions,
He ignored her sorrowful attempts.
The keys played harder,
Notes screamed inside my head,
His refusal angered her,
And so she sang his death.

The path before me slimmed,
But the music urged me on,
"Continue on to the end,
Before death flees,
Then hell will be gone.
Welcome to my home.
You've strayed far too long.
Walk this road,
And bleed my story,
Your death is already done.
Now mark my path with blood..."

She cried with desperation,
But I ignored her desperate attempts.
My refusal has angered her.
And so she sang my death.

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