Sewn together patterns, like many clashing moods,She wears what No others dare

It was just a game for you-your flames blazed brighterAnd with my sizzling coals, I mistakenly thought I was the strong one-You drew me in as easily as you put me out.

As surely as I wasn't born the most free,I would like to die with more than I was born with.

A soul full of true adoration will not drown youIn affections so false they could kill;This most urgently, I beg thee, be free!

Reality is setting in, my lady,You have no one who will save you-But yourself.This kingdom needs a rulerAnd that ruler is you.

Love, they compare you to an unending battle-riddled with pain and wracked with tacticsTo pull the other down into a deathly embracein which there is no loser:For I am beginning to believe that my lossIs truly his, and his win is my gain.

It warps reality with its unseen hold:The colors of your world are drained out,Bled from your mind untilAll you have left is an ashy, unending gray.You are unable to see beauty any more,It killed all that was beautifulAnd left you to flounder in the ugly abandon.

The moon did warn meHow shadows love to playTricks on eyes too willing to believe Sending hearts into chaos and disarray

He is the illusion of which you dream.He is a beautiful afterthoughtOf all the words of love left unspoken.