Once was
And lost for good
A soul, a life

Corrupted by modern
Vile and cruel
Defiled by too many to count

Then comes the one
To lead to redemption
Yet her way unforgiving

The dripping blood
On the blade of the knife
Shall not be seen

Slowly the body falls
Softly hitting the earth
Not a sin left

A flesh rotting
Sweet and pure
Cleansed it lies

Lips of red
A kiss
Skin reaping

One last look
At a perfect image
And lost of all times

We have lost the best of us