Ruins of Thought
Death is my lover,
And I his soon to be bride.
Death will soon take me away,
To where the sun no longer burns,
And the moon forever shines.
With his loving touch I shall be set free,
Free from Earth,
Free from you,
Free from me.
He'll unite my bitter and raging sides,
Make me whole again.
Until then, it's you, me and her.
The three witches in one.
Three to one,
One to three,
Brought together so you'll see,
Three to one,
One to three,
Three to one,
Three to me.
Why am I so torn?
Make me one with myself,
I can't heal these wounds,
My mind is spinning
And spinning
And spinning!
Make it stop!
Make it stop!
SOMEBODY PLEASE KILL ME!
END THIS RAGE,
THE PAIN AND TORMENT,
END IT ALL
OR ELSE I'LL DRAG YOUR BASTARD SOULS TO HELL WITH ME!
… I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
This isn't me.
…
Or is it?