A tragedy of the modern world
Stalks the Earth in broken phases
He doesn't care what begins or ends
He doesn't care what his fury raises

As they watch their love slip through their fingers
And their minutes disappear
They know that this is cursed land
And they never should've been here

Every bend that breaks him
In the light of rapture's moon
The flower's form, it shakes him
She moves again too soon

The daylight bleeds through the broken door
But all it leaves are frigid traces
And urgently he grasps for more
All he holds are empty spaces

Why does he stay here? You might ask
He harms himself for all to see
His grave, his home, and a simple task
To kill his love eternally

As they watch their love slip through their fingers
And their minutes disappear
They know that this is cursed land
And they never should've been here