• The lovin' one alive through sin
    The careful one so quiet,
    Seeing pain and wrought with hate,
    the sadness sure to try it.

    Madness still alive in me,
    Growing day by day,
    To fill me now with fresh made bleed,
    The sin is sure to stray.

    You come to me, with far more thoughts,
    Seeking unknown truth,
    But some can say as I have done,
    "I'm no confession booth."

    I tell her now the truth she seeks,
    Hoping for no pain,
    Though all is lost for you and me,
    Let least the happy reign.

    You told me tales of starward fate,
    And hoped to understand,
    The parts of me that churn with hate,
    For those with fate in hand.

    Some could say I'm silly for,
    The things that i feel now,
    Seeing all the women there,
    that can't seem to know how.

    The lovin' one alive with sin,
    The careful one so quiet,
    Found him love and back again,
    and he was sure to buy it.

    Though all is found and life is good,
    Times seem to have their way,
    A time of pain is ripe again
    And turns have come today.

    Apon the stand where she had stood,
    Lay her a bloody mess,
    A memory of a greater time,
    that I cannot transgress.

    She lay there then into my arms,
    So quiet and content,
    Tears that ran upon her face,
    a memory that was bent.

    Her eyes seemed dark from once before,
    Where forests were alive.
    A vivid green and deep felt heart,
    That never will so thrive.

    The lovin' one alive through sin
    The careful one so quiet.