• the love we share is much like the stage of war, No room for the weak and No remorse for the poor, When you walk away my knee's hit the floor, I beg for you to stay but you refusee to stay with me anymore, Screaming I hate you throwing a temper like I'm four, You comfort and hold me like a child, Tears pouring from my eyes all the while, As your arms leave this warm embrace, You soon disapper before my face, Away from this world away from this place, Because death has grasped you and taken you away, Leaving me in my mind leaving me in my insane state, I wait here praying to death to take me in your place, Because your the soul I took away the soul I cannot replace