Phantoms' Lament
I have never felt such things,
Such passion, such anger, such denial,
I feel so alive, at the height of my power,
Enraged and tormented all the while.
I have never been so crushed,
So abused, so hurt so betrayed,
I wish I was dead, I am so tired of this entire escapade.
A murder they call me,
Well, what about them!
What did I ever do,
To deserve this, I am condemned.
What did I do?
I'm sorry, my plans' gone all wrong,
Leave here, don't ever return,
This is my final bow, my final song.
Death is such a peaceful sleep,
But oh, I am not dead,
Instead, I wander on, doomed lost,
With every tear I shed,
I am tried, I am convicted,
A broken heart, my crime,
Sweet darkness, I beg you take me,
And keep me for all of time.
No, I cannot go there now,
As always, I am excluded,
Unfair, still my life is,
Myself is then, I hope, secluded.
With heavy hands,
I begin again, I am remade anew,
But something's so different,
I better, I should think, for too.
And now with hopefulness,
I try to seek out joy,
Rather than hide myself away,
I listen finally to my toy.
At last the aches are mended,
At last I am complete,
Christine, I am for once happy,
And I enjoy this simple treat.