Painted in Red

Consumed by the shades of her mind, my once love, O' where are you now?
 My brush has left the canvas since you departed
 I pace these hallways and with each breath you slowly disappear.
 she slowly disappears...
 From canvas to canvas, you dissolve.
 Your bones twist and sway to the dissonance of your sickness.
 The final piece unfinished: dress painted in white.
 I hope one day to finish.
 My blade stares in disappointment, for I had not the strength to end you
 It hurts, just the thought, that the lives you took could have been saved
 And that I'll never touch the other half of myself again
 With gun and sword In hand, I step into the night
 Your dress flies by obstructing the moonlight
 Leading me to your victims tomb
 With a quick burst, the door is unlocked
 Pale my face grows to the shocking sight of your victims bodies distorted and scattered on the floor
 You lay in the porcelain bath, drenched in their essence.
 The bullet I fire moves straight through thin air, as your flesh re-arranges, my body despairs
 There's nothing left of you here is there?
 Elizabeth!
 You foulest of creation!
 Consumed by the shades of your mind, my once love, O' where are you now?
 Your thousand faces, will haunt me in death forever
 There's nothing of you left
 The moonlight, it beacons my brush to outline its beauty
 We fall through the skies together, impaled by the spear
 My pallet tonight is your life
 Struggling to the final canvas, I weep
 With the last stroke, your dress is complete
 Painted in red!
 Water flooded through the roof, merging through the demons blood
 , the cleansing rain washed
 In the last seconds of my life, I see you sat happy in that white dress