The grave

Till my light be able to shine

Till my eyes be able to see again

Till my head stop to ache

Till these tears stop to fall

Till this hate stop to eat me

Till your ghost stop to haunt me

Till my dreams fade in departure

Till these wasted plans turn to dust

Till i get buried alive by this feeling

Till this battered heart stops beating...

.

..I can wait...

... Till i get killed by love again.

"Love's the funeral of hearts, an ode for cruelty,
When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom"