Love, an emotion, lies; the truth

Forever to deicide, forever to choose

An empty hole, a black abyss,

Where once was known a lover's kiss

Tattered, broken, filled with lust,

Not for the other, but for the blood

Eternally shall this young heart rust

Dry when once there rushed a flood

Swept away and taken by pride,

Lost a love; chose a side,

And the young shall never be at rest,

When the truth; the lie, is not confessed