I felt this cold chill once before
I saw the blood upon this door
I paced the same cold tile floor
I smiled while you cried
I drove the dagger through the heart
The scream made you wake with a start
You and another are now apart
Yes, this is how they died
I caused they're final, painful groans
No light through foggy window shone
I'll finish them 'til you're alone
Then I'll take your life too
I'll make you feel the pain it brings
Death, exile, and other such thing
No longer the bluebird, but the raven sings
And watches like I do
My stone heart won't e're again break
Around me a bulwark I do make
Never again will a smile I fake
Only not to worry your soul
You'll feel a chill I felt before
You'll hide behind your own home's door
You'll find no comfort anymore
This is my last life's goal.

--Sparks