Steampunk Goth

The pain wewe have caused me
The way wewe hurt me
wewe cut me open deeply
Gave me an open wound

My moyo dead
Death at midnight
No air
No life
Gone
Bleeding bleeding bleeding

Was Poe wrong about death and love?
How death of women were beautiful to him?
Ha, I guess murder of women are beautiful to you
wewe sick murderous pile of vomit

I need a tourniquet
In order to live
I wanna live
wewe want me to die
Let's battle it out
kwa midnight's warning

Killing wewe would bring me life
Your death is my breath of air
I fight wewe in order to live

I finally defeat you
I do not miss your presence
My open wound healed
My moyo beats for life
I breath air now
I thank your death and your evil gone
For giving me breath of life and letting me see the beauty of dawn.