Few could have imagined what I did
At last, no respect for everything I did
Would have lived happily, Didn’t you think of it?
Still claiming you loved me and I never did
Slowly grew apart since we found intimacy guilty for it
Every meeting was only to make us work through this
Eventually ended up adding distance to the canyon in between
I was too slow to explain myself; I admit it
Everything was a mistake, ain’t it?
Our love was never to die, but it did
Dreamt of castles in the sky, children with our names, and the time we defined
Came crashing down with the season of rain
Rushed with my bucket to collect the same
Hoping to build something beautiful again
Didn’t see my foot stuck inches in the sand
Envious of every couple as I walk in the drizzling rain
We could have walked like this; would it still be the same?
Our love was supposed to last but was strangled to death
Maybe it was necessary for all the happiness ahead
Now we both have blood on our hands
With no intention of washing it away
You said you know me, but I doubt you now
Knowing there won’t be blood if the latter was true
If I get a chance to kill again; I will gladly do it by your side
Every dawn will see the red sunset; imagine you watching the same
But with every night, the colorless sky shall remind me of my mistake

~Ink Phantom