Silver blood is much sweeter then the gold her love has to offer
for her pain only moans my name when its sparked by the fear of her imagination
My nightmares numb the kisses her dreams wishes to bless with me for her lips are broken from the words society chooses to ignore
I wish to save her but lust is my kryptonite that now replaces the tensions of her former heart that once beated for me
I am no perfect lover for my riches only provide poor memories and shame
Cupid if you still believe in me, send one last arrow to respark the conscience that once laid in my heart
give it color once again before this white become ice
before I become just a piece of silver she once held hope upon in her fountain of love
that runs dry as her water flows from her eyes instead of her heart