I look up at him

And his eyes shine so brightly

No longer from love

But from the pain of victims

From the feeling when he kills

I look up at him

At his once loving, kind face

And his hair, it gleams

Not from sweat and devotion

But from tears and a sword’s blade

I look up at him

His once caring and kind eyes

They stare back at me

Hard, cold, emotionless eyes

Caused from his downfall

I look up at him

He crosses, getting closer

Leaning down, he sighs

He whispered that he loves me

Now he only cries for us

I look up at him

What happened to us

How I miss those days

The perfect relationship

We dreamed of going so far

I look up at him

As the blade gets closer still

The flashbacks pounding

I miss the old him I knew

Now there’s only emptiness

I look up at him

He drives the knife in my chest

He’s getting blurry

How I hate him I miss him

There’s no love as I look up