Monologue

For the way you made me be,
I'd say it would be graced.
So many years have passed,
Your mouth set in the hard line.

Softly now...
never let it be said.
That in your heart, you are so dead.

I'd love the shell if you would let me.
Let me be the one to show you the light.

A soul is for the child of Adam,
But you must be the child of God.
And He must have given you two.
Take mine then, you deserve it much more.

In the Twilight, you wrote so dear.
But my soulless wonder, you are what you fear.