Disenchanted World

Love may have taken my soul
crushed every dreams, every hopes
I shall fall into imortality
my butler is he, beside me
soft spoken words to my ears
bring a grin upon my face
reach the skin of my lips
as ghosts still haunt the darkness
I long for a rose or tenderness
he's the reason I own power
we are meant to be together
his glorious look towards us
I want a last kiss goodnight
«Eerything, my lord, will be alright.»