FicWad

Money couldn’t pay
For the hurt and the pain
When he drained their hearts of love.

With the nails he dug
I felt too much.
Don’t mourn me
I’m not dead yet,
My love.

The voices, the voices
Forgotten my choices
Away with the choirs of angels

Away, away
Give us this day
Our daily bloody fight.

Forget, forget
It’s my deepest regret
But I let you die anyway