His hands lied on her corpse
His eyes wandered around
Sanity made not a sound
His beautiful fate,

Has turned to hate.
His love betrayed,

His hate displayed
He ate the sun,
He became one.
His consciousness kills,
was it by her will?
He wonders why,
She had to lie
Leaving him to begin,
in eternal sin.
Twilight has touched her impure flesh,
His sin had cured her breath,
She lies, upon ground and dies.
He watches with lovers eyes.
Who is impure now?
The urge to kill somehow,

Prevailed over love,
and now the skies above,
watch over the sinner,
as his boundaries between life and death grow thinner.
Still his hand lied on her corpse