My love is like a bottomless pit,
where even the sins doesn’t dare venture.
On a throne of thorns my heart sits,
founded on remorseless gestures.
You walked in into a room of terrors,
that was supposed to be your garden.
You were left bleeding by all the errors,
drowning forever in the pouring acid rain.

Your flesh will burn within the blue fire,
and your eyes will be blinded by the darkness.
My adulations are like a funeral pyre,
only pain and despair you will harness.
My soul is dead, so is my will to live,
here you will only find endless agony.
Bury my body with all the love I was supposed to give,
forgive me for failing to give you all the deserved harmony.