one heart that beats like a machine
grown to love one's but a dream
pain drips like black from pipes above
rip out my heart, claiming for love
brain coated congealed
as sanity is slowly sealed
one as a monster, not seen in the light
and a less then pure spirit to love them despite
was not created a monster, was never to be
and yet no one else ever would see
and bring me my reality as the rest slips away
ink black night not to fade into day
and like a sheep I'd follow well
to the ends of earth and deep into hell
but as life slowly drains from eyes and love takes control
only to be made through lies that were told
one heart to love on one turned
one heart never to be spurned