Very dark. Written while listening to Mylène Farmer's "Innamoramento".

"Crucified" (#55)
The night is dark with disease,
The air heavy with anguish.
Among the barren trees,
In the devil's wood,
I am nailed to the cross.
My love drove the nails through my flesh,
And left me here to die.

I'm dying for his sins -
The sins he's long forgotten.
The sins I'll never forget.

The air is stale with disease,
Cold and bitter like my heart.
The blood seeps into the wood,
And I feel my hell,
But it hurts too much to cry.
You left me to die for you,
And I followed you so willingly.

I would've followed you anywhere,
But I believe that even death
Wasn't enough for your evil.

The devil in disguise -
My anguish is your playpen.
You rip apart my emotions,
And gladly watch me cry.
If would've done anything if
You would love me.
But your hate was good enough.

I've died for your sins -
Your sins against me.
Do you remember my name?

Your heart is dark with disease -
I can't bear this loneliness.
This perpetual winter,
This constant betrayal,
This undying love.
I'm awaiting your return.
I haven't gone anywhere.

I've died for your sins.
In a place where the sun never rises.
Do you remember my name?

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