I cannot comprehend your twisted minds,
or understand even the dustiest corners of your soul.
As the evolutionary clock moves through time
and a life without you takes its toll.
We hold onto a fragmented piece of a life once had.
Is it morbid fascination? Or a disturbed and twisted mind?
That draws me into a fantasy that is nothing but sad.
Surely it can not be, that we are two of a kind.
Broken and disturbed you have your love
The angel of your soul that protects the heart.
Only a truly twisted mind would declare enough
On a love that was so perfect from the start.
So I bow my head in acceptance of your love
At peace that I once touched your soul
I throw down the soft silk white glove
And surrender, you love her more, I know.