Leave me drying The ends of my bloody fingers Upon this inferno Of stinging malevolence. Her nightmare was my scream, As her tears were my gleam. Her beauty rushes as the waves Atop my running eyes. She dressed with the fervency Of a thousand glistening clouds Never parted, to last As the eternal storm Above my brow, my head, As her torment, in this stead. A quiet life beneath shelter, Beneath the raining misery Of a hundred wilted destinies. I mourn the largest teardrops To fall from heaviest eyes, Bleeding from weariest spirit. She pleaded to never depart, Though, I made her part From my skies, My Heaven In Hell. My peace In this grief Has been betterment, outside of the empty shell Of many composers with their scepter, Casting a spell Upon my emptier conscious. I chose to fly far from my supposed lie. I chose to part aside from her, Making music from my sighs, Creating oceans from my cries, Causing storms by my torture, Releasing floods by my wounds.