Requiem Waltz The sweetest mark upon your list Is your own seductive oh death wish And god above no interventionist Stands as you're strangled by the devil's fist I took your head upon my chest For a bitter sweet oh second And how you tear away from it And fade away into the abyss There's a bad moon rising up the hill Oh as you write your own will Oh leave me be, there's nothing left But a gaunt portrait of a masochist Oh I hear witness to the deepest sadness Housed within my breast. Oh was your head upon my chest, Did I dream you there, where my eyes amiss? For the windowpane is cracked straight through, Colored with mistake you can't see through. Shine light on all the colors in you And now I know what painted you Emile Jane WHITE