I take the book and write a song
A tune worthy to revile my tongue
It is not sinister yet it sounds wrong
the words that can hurt someone for long

It starts slowly, with a low tone
Then turns gory, withering its thorns
The pen feels bad for causing such tragedy
And then deep down I smile for it is death worthy

I think of a perfect name for it
It reeks of a certain pain I feel
A broken heart maimed not healed
So this song's name is for she

I wanted to sing it to her and watch her cry
I wanted to pin it to her conscience like a lie
Deep down something whispers to me go try
And see how it feels to know why your not mine

She walks past me with a new dress
I know inside me I need the stress
It fuels my psychic bond with death
I need to spread this thoughts with dread

Like fire and ice I click on the device
And watch as she cries to the tune of the sight
A little smile overruns me and I start to laugh
A little while and the sun will reveal my own world
The world she brought upon, the world I now know.
I live without a heart she took a piece of it
And peeled it with a dagger and threw out the remains
My will for love staggers and I feel as though I'm sane
This is my favourite song, listen to it Empress!

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