Her world shook and violently crumbled,

her loyal man was no longer humbled.

She died again.

                          Heaven ceased to exist nor hell, but

                                                      Purgatory .

Paid by the patron with the highest bid.

Love was the price and the ultimate sacrifice.

So I watched as she held on to the last thread as it began to tear; all her glory, pride, and hope was there.

But her efforts were blessed to be damned.

She died again.

I died again.

And everyone watched our glass world shatter

and you have the nerve to ask me

What's the matter?