so with a knife myself i must carve out the love i had for you...
blood falls from the hope and spills into the fires of hell
stones from my throat casting a bed fit for a king
the king who shall never wake from his grief-filled slumber
wondering why they were pulled from the emptiness just to feel pain
did you ever even feel love after all these years
mi amor you never wanted me
oh but woe is me, the only true place left for me after all the deep valley of grief is death