The passion that once filled my heart and veins,
That once fueled all my love and pain,
Now flows away, a pale picture of the past.
Memento Morituri, and in the depths Im cast.
A pale passion, a picture of my blood,
A sickening shade of red, fading like it should.
A river of my blood, released from bodys chain,
Leaving little but my memory of pain.
The pain is sweeter than the pleasure,
Because I know the pain is real.
This life I can no longer treasure,
There is nothing left for me to feel.
Knocks on the door, shrill shouts of fear,
I do not care, my place is here.
And in my life paths final bend,
I was glad to see the end.