Slowly, I pull the pieces away from her hands... not to put them back together, but to show that I have full control
Only my point isn't made, it's treated like an April Fool's joke
Her heart is towered by leagues of plagued intentions
Bits of shattered obsidian they appear to me as I see through them into her slimy eyes
Discovering worlds, fleeting thoughts, and improvised emotion, she pulls away
We're fighting again while I float through her ethereal darkness
Words are sewn into my skin as it rips and bleeds, for the last time I feel real as I'm showered by evil
When I was chosen by you in the killing fields, I fell in love
