Never Fall for the SeaThe maiden, pretty maidenShe sits on her rock.Combing her hair andLetting tears drop.Softly, sweetly, calmly,Crying the tears of an ocean,The foam on the waves.But mostly for your amusementFor all she wantedWas for you to see.Did it ever occur to you,Your actions have consequencesAnd nothing means something,Oh what did she do?Darkly, lovely, wonderful:Crying the tears of an oceanThe foam on the waves.But mostly for your enjoymentAs nothing can save her fromSuch sweet pain.If you had loved her,If you had seen her:Perhaps you could save her.Or, at least,Join her.T'was the beginning of an endingYou said you never lied:But what have you done?And what will you do if she dies?She's still crying, still hidingFrom the tears of an ocean,The foam on the waves.For your amusement you pushHer further,But what would you do if she dies?
To LoveThou shalt not fear the end;But fear the lover instead,As it is those we love who destroy us.
A Lovers' LifeClosed and dead,Binded and blue.Horror, torment He's looking for you.Deep in the shadows,Late in the night,A cold old roomTo heed his might.The creature he sleptThrough the eyes of sorrowRegaining his strengthFor it be morrow.Tonight he liesIn soft cotton sheetsWaiting for the loverThat which he meetsHe opens a draw,And takes them A knife. A gun.A sunny-eyed girlenters. So young.A sigh. A kiss.A cyclone grin.Blood so soft.The knife: deeply in.Whispering and wavering,the creature from the lore.Our hero takes her firm body,and drags her to the door.There she goes, into the void.Forever and always, his;And ne're alone he shall beFor she be the playthingThat never left.