Mental Home My Necklace
I saw life that's fading out, Steams of souls I breathe. Eyes of beauty staring rigid, Tell me all I want to know. Stars reflect in my gem stones, Shaking fingers touch your skin. I bring you my necklace, Make it trip on your neck. I read the suffer In the eyes of the dead. I feel the cold wind, Of your last breath. Two months're gone and I stay, Kneeling here before your grave. I take what you were wearing. I can see my destiny. In flames of troubles, I lock in my world. I've found my paradise, But I lost my soul.