Blood did nothing but flow,
To my heart, and pushed it fro.
Some eternal feeling still persist;
Wish it lives till my red exists.
A pinpoint touch is all I need,
To kill the devil and all his creed.
But now I cry to you in dismay,
For he will be back, when you’re away.
A word not said, maybe not heard,
Still echoes on inside my head.
But you still said those tender words,
Not music, nor love, but beauty instead.