Under the fairy grove.A lover's knife in your hand
Blood streaming down my chest
Perfectly innocent, they say you are
And I leave under you own command,
With so many questions left a hung
And so much pain within, I cannot abide
With much more than this that you left me with
I blame you not for which you have stung,
But for the loss of anything that might have been
Had you tried. I might have been delighted,
Or at least less saddened,
If you had tried to
Me from falling
Look at you, so silent.
Perhaps you're scared? Of what, I wonder.
As I have done nothing too brash or bold
Perhaps my sorrows have left you crushed
So in your defence, you crush me more,
And leave me withered and weeping,
Still gasping for the air I never really had,
The way a greedy gentleman treats a whore.
You would claim, I suppose,
That this is not the case at all
And continue to not tell me that the case may be
For it was my affection that was too high, you finally
I sit in my fairy garden
Amongst the shady trees, drinki
Background NoiseTick tock, tick tock
The background noise never stops.
Irritating, retched lies,
I know your secret, the walls have eyes.
Three in the morning and I can't sleep,
Fingers crawl across my flesh, and dig deep
I see a figure across the room,
I listen to his threats, forever they loom.
If I was mad and in a cell, would you find me?
If I drank this poison, would you cure me?
If I wanted this knife, would you take it away from me?
If I was lost, would you come and rescue me?
I want to know he doesn't exist,
It's but another shadow in the mist.
There's another dead body on his cart;
All my pain is his art.
The thunder churns inside of me,
I am a danger, why can't you see?
Please, just hide,
I can't afford to gamble his lies...
Undead SweetnessHer sorrow guides me as I wait;
Her sweetness hurts me,
And I see her heart beat fluctuate.
I wish t'were my demise and not hers.
Our love; forgotten when her death occurs,
Just with one swift shot,
A blow to her head,
I think of our baby, asleep in the cot.
Will he, too, suffer the curse,
If I were to let my love go
In that kind of death that need no hearse;
We, an undead family, how queer!
I see the wonder of it now,
But oh my baby, how could I, oh dear!
I lay her head down and cry.
If I take this bullet to her head;
If only she could say for herself, goodbye,
"I love you", I tell her this,
And watch my love die.
The gun still shakes in my hand.
I notice something across the room,
My heart throbs and I stand,
Slowly, watching the scene ahead of me;
A man is holding a delicate vial.
Shit. Now I see.
My love died in vain.
A cure was available.
Oh bastard! Oh pain!
Tonight I murdered my one true love.
And it's your fault,
You under use of deaths black glove.