She whispers softly in his ear (And I'm taking it all) Is he the only one she wants to hear? As she refuses to repent She'll be restless, breathless Searching for what she missed
"Give me your eyes, for I see not with my own Give me your lungs, I breathe each breath not my own I'll take your soul, I need something to call my own"
Desperate and lonely, she's dead in despair She moans and she groans in the deathly still air Hollow to all but the ones who can see That without someone else she would cease to be
Stolen from his mind, passions of his kind Nothing left behind Haunting his ear:
"Give me your eyes, for I see not with my own Give me your lungs, I breathe each breath not my own I'll take your soul, I need something to call my own"
Like a leech she feeds on the host She has hold and she won't let go (I won't let go) Draining slowly, his life sucked away And his eyes sewn, tightly shut where he lay
She refuses to repent
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