As every time I look at her skin,
Her as corpse colored skin,.
Im dared to engage in contact.
Her eyes glow with colors of death,
Of a known demonic path.
The sign of todey's youth depression on her face.

She never could understand why shes the one,
She couldn't understand why shes loved.
She just thought it was luck,
A bitter luck, comes and not needed.

She was my love, my dead love,
A love couldn't be known.
A love couldn't be shown or loved,
She, she, she  was my sin.

Her skin,
Oh her skin,
How her veins,
Which were seen through her skin.
And her look, a look of an invitation to a tour of indulging
pain,
An unknown journy with an unknown end.

She was loved and hurt,
She was taken and destroyed,
She was used and abused,
And she couldn't let anymore,
She had to finish all,
Finish it with an irresistable kiss,
an ever indluging kiss,
an endless kiss,
A kiss  of her soul and death.

She was was my love,
She was faith,
She was my light to my path in this sweet sick sad world,
She was the giver of sweeter words to abitter soul,
She was something better then she could ever understand,
She was something lost to be never found again,
She, she,she was my sin.