In the midnight moonlight, 
Beneath the amethyst wisteria vines 
Sitting on an oaken bench 
Liquid glass streaming down 
Happiness lives here not, 
A body to be left to rot, 
But for now, let the crimson gush 
Staining the chocolate-covered earth. 
A silver shine illuminated 
Made for cutting flesh, 
Remains embedded in an empty heart 
Sunk into the abyss of agony. 
The end is nigh, but there's no fear 
"Let it be so, let it be so" 
Are the only words that echo. 
A most brutal scene, 
But the melancholy is fading 
Instead, turning into radiant euphoria. 
What once was slow, is coming fast, 
See you soon, my love.