Melodious ballad with a calamitous end

The story of your life

Caring, existing hurt so much, that the beauty of it all perished at your hands

Once honey lips are now decaying flesh

Lifeless however, once sweet

I sit by the memory of your remains, wrestling with the decision that has been made

Praying for your resurrection, knowing that is not to ever be

You were lost in the melody of demons singing praises of mayhem

So frantic was your mind, that it led you to realize

That you would rather search for heaven while leaving your vessel on Earth