I created you, so wonderful, so beautiful.
I loved you.
You were so beautiful...
Before I knew it, I was drowning in the the illusion of you.
What should I call this? The illusion?
The future I think of is grey, the words I hear are also.
Please let me hear your voice. let me hold you and touch you.
oh, that's right, you're just a dream.
But you can at least hold me there.
Eternity stopped it's breathe slightly and let me go into despair...
Yet I hear your voice. But it's mocking me, telling me; "laugh a little more,you should pray harder."
you would never say that to me. It's a false voice I'm hearing.
if I can't hear your true voice, then kill me.
I won't leave any evidence.
I'll burn and bury this canvas of lies.
Both you and me.
Burn me then kill me.