Many a paths I've traveled by,
Seen high and low with the naked eye.
Been here, been there, been everywhere,
But now it's dark, and I can't make it out.
I've chosen the path of a broken life,
Been down Suicide Drive with my knife.
There was a still beauty in the blood that fell,
Even in the darkest ditches lives a scarlet art.
And the light shall come after the darkest hour,
And thence in love we did devour.
The path of love is glorious indeed,
But twas this one that led me elsewhere.
And to stray into the darkness; no path around,
Would lead to confusion; this was bound.
I'd strived for safety that only hurt,
Because I left you behind and became confused.
I hate to speak it, but it must be spoke.
The day I left you I finally awoke,
And then I knew without you I'd die,
And go right back down my Suicide Drive. . .
And the last and final path I've chose,
Is to be with my love, in night it glows.
And though you live so a'far,
I know one day our soft whispers shall be heard.
Ich liebe dich fur immer...
I love you forever...