The Scythe

He holds my cheek saying you are my girl

Till he turns me around and I fall,

Once he loved me with all his might

I felt the passion, like fire and ice.

But little did I know his game of choice

That I’m just a pawn in his world of lies,

You were my strength, you were my lover

Tonight you are the reason I wake up in shiver.

He brought down the world to show me his pride

Then put a scythe on my throat and gently slide.