Crime!
The fire touched me and I expected it to burn,
But all I felt was emptiness and coldness in return.
The angels all cried out in sorrow and in agony,
But what I didn't understand was that they cried for me.
I looked up at the body, hanging in front of me,
And still I couldn't feel a thing, yet I could clearly see.
The dead was my hope, my life, the one and only key.
He had meant freedom to me.
I am a ghost, a spirit, a soul lost in eternal time,
And even I admit; the sentence is righteous for my crime.
My hands are still marked by the blood that once was spilled,
But I still don't understand that it was my love I killed.