Longingly looking after this angelic creature
looking like something out of this world
but sadly rotten inside without hope for a cure
the veil lifting for her true character is unfurled
this will be her downfall but at the same she will be mine
my heart already hers without hope to be freed
chained and imprisoned beating till nine
sentenced to death wanting for me to bleed
the breakdown of my mind already there
needing her to live just like air
at first sight falling victim to her spell
having damned my soul to hell
the season turning from autumn to winter
the temperatures dropping the weather switching
knowing my end is near a creeping surprise just like a splinter
a prickling feeling like my skin is itching
using what the winter has prepared
to finally set my heart free again
my love a long time ago already declared
turned down my heart staying in a chain

People bursting into a room
the man lying still surrounded by blood
stabbed in the chest bleeding till doom
room as good as empty except the people streaming in like a flood
In the room standing a single chair and table
nowhere the weapon of crime to be seen
thinking of murder no suicide without weapon to be able
no murder to ever in this room been
a suicide so smart designed
the truth never to be found
the person of crime never to be confined
the truth in a secret bound
the man is finally free
the misery of his the people never see