Lost Boy Lost Girl

When love leaves a black mark on your heart, do I walk into the shallow waters or tread through the marsh? I've become something I never wanted to be, I've seen things I didn't want to see. What will become of the little boy in me? Led astray into an open pasture with no real possibilities. A life of hellish torture kiss me and welcome the probability . Upon the ashes of forever, dredge me from the depths. For just one last kiss ... -Till Death