Theodore and Jeana

A lovestory that ends with blood

Condemnation by "the enlightened"
castout by the truly blighted
Irrelevance finds place in his wrong or right
the bastard son of the humble night
his mind absconded from such reality
as of course it's known to you and to me
brought forth he a creation of his own
as he robbed them of flesh and of bone
it's just the world he's come to know
it's just the world he's come to know
he suffered those ghastly sights so long
his peace, his solice just a sickened con
he lived so long and suffered deep in himself
they've dismissed it as just his mental health
when one day her tear meets his gravestone
seperated now she will be the tortured one
why did he, how could he, leave her to this
imposing of such anguish leads her to her bliss
Now I ask you to think of theadore and of Jeana so dear
how he hated himself but his voice she loved to hear
think if you can of the dead lover's bliss
because Theodore and Jeana where never really missed