Love at Its End

Jen

What did I do wrong, Vic,

That you must be so cruel?

You disappoint me...

The thing called fate,

Why play so ruthlessly on me?

The hands that are stained by blood,

Oh, the once soft hands that ripped the heart out of a once living creature;

The blood! That dyed the entire sky crimson;

The hands that used to be my white universe, 

Where hast thou gone?

Fate plays on me ever so mercilessly.

Vic

I remained as I was, if only you had sight to see;

But alas, you have gone blind and have lost sight of me.

Ori

My hear, once full of hope and love,

Is dying like the setting sun;

Once full of radiance shining bold,

Now left to shiver, dark and cold.

Jen

I beg to see to see a world that proves otherwise,

But gracious, help me opend the blinds,

Wake me from this haunted dream of mine.

Write my bloody story in they scarlet letter,

To be recorded for eternity.

When my love shall die;

I plead to be remembered by thee.

Vic

Even as you slip away,

I give you my word that your memeory shall not fade.

I only hope you do the same.

 

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