We all know what lies behind the walls of deceit
These are the thoughts that keep him awake
He contemplates his fate
He has to decide what it is he truly wants
An hour of pleasure, or two ruined lives?
He has to decide
He can't sever the voices, from his mind
The time is now
What is his choice, not what is his fate
To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life, but hers too?
Separate the time and place, he has come to the end
He holds onto false ideas of what makes a man
He thinks no more about the love of another, he chooses to only satisfy himself
Selfishness is not the word He has chosen, but he knows this is wrong
He inserts death for lust She grieves
He knows better but chooses his path and now he must live with this
She walks in, face like death She puts her hands around his weak and sweaty neck
He's turned cold blue now
There is blood and there's tears, for this occasion
She can't sever the voices from her mind
They held each other down