He ran his fingers through his bronze hair once again,
As the memory of HER flowed through his brain
He made sounds that shall never escape an angel's lips
And his nonexistent heart once again rips
He ran as fast as he could knowing Volterra was in reach
Relief clouded his mind at the thought, he prepared his speech
Never had he been this eager before, especially for his own death
But he wanted nothing to do with Earth without Bea, his brand of meth
HE grimaced; he knew he would cause hi family so much pain
HE was selfish and beautiful creature, for everything he had done he wanted to be slain
Yet he could not regret a single moment fore she had made him whole
His fathomless black eyes peered through the gates, and he hoped, for her
that he truly did have a soul