
They greeted me with death,As she kissed my lips,They drilled holes in my roots,Now she clutched my heart,They showed me their might,I bowed to their tunes,They held me with a string,Nothing I could do to rescue my soul,But I stood up for my dream to battle out my war,They knocked my head,She ruptured into my skin,They crushed her wraith,And she lost her charge,Sorely I crept along the street, to find her shade,To love her again, to embrace her again . . . .