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Murdered Love
A heart is pounding
Two souls entwine
Again
The flash of memories
A knife
And blood
The sharp pain of betrayal pierces me
even as the knife pierced his flesh
Looking at the hands that hold him now
Clean
yet
Still remaining bloodstains
Four Hundred years dried and clean
The flash of memories
Screaming
Crying
Plunging a knife into that face
That face that stole my love
Holding him
Looking at his face now
So different from the memories that haunt
The same soul in a different form
The same love
The flash of memories
Begging
Crying, tears running down my face
As I beg Diana to give me back my love
Looking at his soul now
The same
Glowing, White and pure
No taint left
The flash of memories
The last moment of that life
Before the sword and spray of blood
The law and justice done
Then, four hundred years repentance lives
Looking at my love now
Can't tell him
Better he not know
Could he love me if he did?
If he knew, the monster that I am?
If he knew, that all those years ago
His blood was on my hands
Looking deep into his eyes
On the verge of tears
How can I love him?
So pure, so perfect
And me, so tainted
So dirty
From the start of time
I have watched
Not daring to get close
For I can only destroy
Yet, I cannot pull myself away
I do not want
to leave.
Two souls entwine
Again
The flash of memories
A knife
And blood
The sharp pain of betrayal pierces me
even as the knife pierced his flesh
Looking at the hands that hold him now
Clean
yet
Still remaining bloodstains
Four Hundred years dried and clean
The flash of memories
Screaming
Crying
Plunging a knife into that face
That face that stole my love
Holding him
Looking at his face now
So different from the memories that haunt
The same soul in a different form
The same love
The flash of memories
Begging
Crying, tears running down my face
As I beg Diana to give me back my love
Looking at his soul now
The same
Glowing, White and pure
No taint left
The flash of memories
The last moment of that life
Before the sword and spray of blood
The law and justice done
Then, four hundred years repentance lives
Looking at my love now
Can't tell him
Better he not know
Could he love me if he did?
If he knew, the monster that I am?
If he knew, that all those years ago
His blood was on my hands
Looking deep into his eyes
On the verge of tears
How can I love him?
So pure, so perfect
And me, so tainted
So dirty
From the start of time
I have watched
Not daring to get close
For I can only destroy
Yet, I cannot pull myself away
I do not want
to leave.
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