For every soul is ailing,
lost inside a maze,
you may not be alone.
She’s the beauty the world never wanted.
You may not be the love of my life.
She is the four horned monster, devoid.
For the fools aren’t yet ready for you,
they’ll break the world apart.
I am but a dream, I died in your eyes.
You were all she needed, she died in my arms.
She has all my wounds, my soul, my heart.
And when you perished, there was no sound.