To this loneliness I know is pure.
To this soul that never found love.
To this lover that was never embraced.
To this heart that once used to race.
From this woman so impure.
From this luster without a soul.
From this frozen ice queen whore.
From this heart which is no more.
Born of sunset and during snow.
Born of nothing with no feelings, no.
Born a protector and a bitter witch.
Born a fighter and a battle queen bitch.
Death of me, death of us.
Death of all we ever dreamed of.
Death of hearts and stars you see.
Death of the woman you know to be me.