• My heart is cold.
    My body is old.
    I've had centuries of sleeping.
    Here I lay they try to slay me, yet my presents here is spoken.
    It's my time to rise and shine and kill without thinking.
    Your body is mine for the claming.
    I hold you close and feel the blood draining.
    Yes im real. Im what you feel and I know your aching.
    Your heart must be breaking as your pulse is fading.
    Yes I feel you grow limp as I let you softly slip.
    I really need you no longer.