Why did you do this to me?
Why would you do this to me?
I don't understand.
I gave you everything, and in return,
You gave me a reason to die.

Everyone says they do, but they don't really try,
To understand why these tears fall from my Dead and Hollow Eyes.

You know my heart, you know my soul,
As I gave them to you on a regular basis.
I've told you before, and I meant it,
That if it would make you more comfortable,
Not ensure your survival, but improve your COMFORT,
That I would drain every drop of my own blood, so that you might drink it and your thirst be quenched.

The world blurs and starts to fade, as I lose my social ties,
And all the while, a constant stream from these Dead and Hollow Eyes.

And so, with this, I'll get it out,
There's nothing else left inside of me,
My heart is shattered, my soul is ash, my spirit gone astray,
I told you once that I was done, that I would leave you alone, that I was saying my very last goodbye.
Though that wasn't truth, this surely is, and I fully intend to make certain of that.

One quick flash of the reflective surface, one last glimpse of the rose for you in the moonlight.
They'll know me in the morning by my Dead and Hollow Eyes.