• Stolen

    Objects are objects,
    But people are more.
    Especially the ones that you really care for.
    So let the darkness embrace the ones you love
    into its dark and lonely grave up above.
    Watch the hooded one carry her away
    that's it, no more, it wasn't a permanent stay.
    For it had to be done, it had to be payed.
    You just hope, as you sit, she wouldn't get slayed

    So now you sit with your back against the wall,
    and now you wear long gloves to cover them all.
    But as you sit there, watching the blood roll down your arm
    You look at her charm and know she's yours truly, once and for all.