Deep inside me in a world far darker than the one you know
Lies a different me
One who hopes to die in the near future
She lies on the river's bank and cries
Until her true love appears and hands her a blood red rose

He says, 'Don't fret my dear
For you are far more beautiful than any dark thing here
You need to renew your lust for life and continue in your private world. I will always be with you.'

With these words my darker half rises and takes over
She pries me from my church because she is an Anti-Christ and tests the limits of my parents' benevolence until they throw me out.

My darker half has taken my life
Now she will take her own
The last words from her dying lips are...
'Now your world is as dark as my own.'