None loved as I when I first loved he that died.
Nor could any fathom the depths of his soul's touch
to mine own.
None could love as I when first I cried for his blood.
Depths of oceans green, float about him now, his
curls drenched in bloody wine.
And none could love as I when first I touched his
soul to mine.
Sleep, weary traveler. Die softly in words shattered.
Can't contain the holes, they fill and splatter pain.
None can love as I when curled in my arms he died,
grief is a poison, live and die.
None love as I, dying by the side of the road, where
tears of gold stream down my broken empty eyes.
A broken skull, full of roses sweet, place the cross
at the feet. And none love as I, when rain is upside down.
Nor could any fathom the depths of his soul's touch
to mine own.
None could love as I when first I cried for his blood.
Depths of oceans green, float about him now, his
curls drenched in bloody wine.
And none could love as I when first I touched his
soul to mine.
Sleep, weary traveler. Die softly in words shattered.
Can't contain the holes, they fill and splatter pain.
None can love as I when curled in my arms he died,
grief is a poison, live and die.
None love as I, dying by the side of the road, where
tears of gold stream down my broken empty eyes.
A broken skull, full of roses sweet, place the cross
at the feet. And none love as I, when rain is upside down.
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