Death By Loving Hands

Hear in a pool of ones own blood and a tainted blade in ones heart The world around me becomes a darken blur, but you stand their clear as the day Sounds of the birds and howling dogs fade to silence, but your voice I still hear clearly For the reaper which took life from this hand sheds no waters from their eyes then you praying for another chance to relive life without my presence you never …look... so...beautiful… ne…ver… look…so be...au...tiful unt…ill…to..da…y……