Emotional outburst leaves him in despair
Her words, she carved red in his heart
His hate left his soul impaired
Her body’s a small of the torture’s part

Emotions washing swamp interiors
Only blurted conclusions floating in his head
Still in the wardrobe the body deteriorates
Her core wrapped in silk’s on the bed

The angel’s face, the demon’s heart
He chose to cherish evil over good
Sometimes he’s kiss the left remains
But ditched the box where they stood

And heavens seems so far, like a forgotten dream
But there are others who dream not
Hell fell in all of him
For hell was never where he thought

When seeking for the perfect crime
His love was his only theft
He saw the murder in salvation
And in salvation felt the death...