Murder in Passion - Evocation

Murder in passion

Now death is on its way

Shadowed obsession

Her darkest obey

Murder in passion

Intruder found wrong

Too dark was her session

Then her lonely hours seemed to grow

I dived into her hollow thoughts

I drowned in misery

Murder in passion

Precede the delete

When facing destruction

No forgiveness she leaves

Murder in passion

Was hiding among

So cold was our session

Soon our passion ceased to grow

So I fell into her holocaust

The construction made me fall