... of heartsAnd an ode for crueltyWhen angels cry bloodOn flowers of evil in bloomThe funeral of heartsAnd a plea for mercyWhen love is a gunSeparating me from youShe was the sunShining uponThe tomb of your hopes and dreams so frailHe was the moonPainting youWith it's glow so vulnerable and paleLove's...

...at can not be proven What can be assumed Once when I was younger In the bloom of youth I received an honest answer When a lie would do And now all I do is sit In my darkened room And on accasion break my silence To howl at the moon To curse every nerve And neuron in my brain That won't s...