• You are a basilisk with a stare of stone.
    Your gaze petrifies and freezes to the bone.
    How could you forgive and how could I forget?
    Those horrible words for which you are upset?
    Now here you stand, with that rocky leer
    for the man you shouldn't have held dear.

    For me, there is only anger building in your heart.
    But I wish we could go back, to before we were torn apart.