Kill me now, oh wretch who steals and plunders my soul
breaking, taking and fleeing the scene of your crimes
the ruin that is left behind is till fresh in my mind's eye
as I walk into this house which was my own
bare and lifeless as an empty, storyless tome
Why couldn't the door to your heart be open to me
Greatest among men I am not and most unworthy of she
the one who unknowingly has been my greatest foe
many I have faced before and won but against thee
I find myself doubled over, cringing at the pain in me
Gnawing at the inside of my chest, I cannot face it
this infestation in the vein that this vampire has bit
Solve my plight, only she who haunts me could
but at the dishonesty of her hearts desire, I never would
because I rather live in the anguish of this day
then see the purity of who she is fade away
For a wretched thing she is at the greatest distance from
but rather her heart, mind, ans spirit remind me of the sun
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