Ancient

(Her) Nights spent succumbing
to the brilliance of Blackeyes,
feeling the warm embrace of your hand,
memories like salt on a wound,
dominate my new found spirit land.
Seeking wisdom in the darkness hovering helplessly
around our pain crying with absence of real tears,
like a child born in vein.
I can no longer bear to watch you cradling my form.
Wrenching out bloody drops of desperation's futile storm.
Welcome to the Willothewisp my love. Deaths arduous game.
Mocking times insanity foreshadowing years of reign.
Male:
Oh my perfect princess, hard and cold as stone.
I shall trace your lips with crimson. I'll protect you;
they can't have you to bury, to leave me.
Slay all who dare touch my pretty doll,
it will be bloody paradise, a misanthropes ball.
Female:
I hear you and beseech you, find a way to understand.
Kill them for my body and be left with grains of sand.
Do not waste your life in vain,
protecting that which feels happiness nor pain.
Willothewisp my love, is forever now what be.
Willothewisp my darkened darling can not be taken away from thee.
Male:
I feel your essence all around me,
and see you dead on our floor.
Realize it would kill me to see you
dragged out like a rotting whore.
The dead are not theirs to take,
fuck their reality.I seek revenge.
Fuck their stupidity, your death will be avenged.
My princess is not their dead slave,
to tear apart and fit inside a holy lonesome grave.
Female:
Ahh! You torment me with endless worry.
A doll is what is left of me, to kill it, insanity!