This is the art of bleeding... (displayed upon his walls)
Stained with gruesome talent... (of galleries enthralled)
With what demeanor this time?
(It makes no difference now)
Should the Barron charade upon... (all of his convictions)
-Seize this day of every hope
- Count his scars in endless cope
Passing on each gasping breath... (searching for the piece of dress she wore)
The final portrait for... his wounded soul to rest at ease
Knock!, Knock!... (From)... these... daunting halls
Why won't... (they)... let... (him)... pass in peace?


(Even though...)

Such unrelenting humanity
(I'm no better than a beast...)
Oh the fear!
(Don't I have the right to live?)
Her scent a perfect blend... (of that single blissful moment)
He rose to the foyer doors... (is it a dream or pure delusion?)
(My darling cloaked in tears... is it really you?)
(My eyes have lied before... but the pain is always welcome)
(If only the rain could wash away... the poisons coursing through her veins)
(This lie will kill us both)
Let me mend your suffering... her hands bestow the cure
A kiss to aid the remedy... but her lips were so impure
Was this the grand scheme... from Heretic to all?

-Tear my hands
from your face!... Please listen...
-Tear my hands
from you!... So please...

She cries from the ripping flesh... How could this be?
-Tear your hands from my face!
-Tear your hands from me!


Feasting on her precious... he fed without desire
Stop and test his protest... to find then lose detest
(He cries from ripping her flesh... How could this be?)
Denied of a left lacrimal... apparatus!
Eloped in sorrow led to be... erroneous!
(As it represents in quarters... Could calm him from the fury)

The Imbecile had warned her
Only the shallow gleam of her dying eyes
Mangled among the gore remains
(The insanity that he engraves...)

Manifest reality...
... these pointed ends...
... in harmony! (In harmony!)
Tragically disable...
... the guilt within...
... his fable! (His fable!)
(You'll try... but you can't)
(This lie... will kill us both)

After all this time... he was all but lost

A memory lost to her grievous word

Demonstrate!... To me... straight postured gentlemen...

... or fray your tongue just like a demon
Now those very words... perplex their home to him...
... haunting every etiquette he willingly acquired
She made her time with him... but now it's gone within
... escaping with his desire to live and live again
(He conjugates her corpse... in subtle gestures... What have you done?... What have you become?)
(The statue will fulfill... the tremor from his shrill... If this is destination... then I bleed you farewell)
In this final portrait... he paints of crimson curtains... far too scary for anyone to find!
Soiled in his blood... spasm the heart impaler... from the shake of his own spear!

Bêahnk ;]