Pity is a gift from the Deciever

I keep from lips
those tender lips...
Hide from that pain
Tear away from those perfect arms
the ones that held me still
away from the lies
those lying eyes
Running away from the guilt
To him, I gave my key
I gave him all that was me
My thoughts
my dreams
my gifts
my soul...
oh woe es me
With them, he took
and left my body and eyes behind
my body is empty
my purity gone
and with my eyes I see
him move on from me
Tainting women with colors
of ruby red passion
and purple delight
It sickens me, how he makes me feel
I'll ask of his death with my last plight
to the devil I sold my soul
my arms became covered with blood
the guild would kill,
it cost me my tears
as I watched him fall to death
now I wander in others' eyes
my name, you know well
Pity, is what they call me
the gift of guilt and pillage