For those alive but in reality dead inside.

Casanova, honour me with reading your eulogy; as you live your life dead to me, and you continue living as you do.

I will stand with the angels, as we fight your demons.

Because, God made me a fairy, so the best fairy godmother I will be.

Godmother? what word could that be?

Something your heart isn’t big enough to know, or see.

Love, that knows no physical degree.

Oh, brother,

Oh, Judas.

May, I call you brutus?

I surely find it funny.

The namesake of a betrayed brother writing your name as he dies on a stone.

A dying wish, never fulfilled.

I promise you its all a joke, I can not fight a war.

I am not the blood, I am the water.

So care not. As the rain washes your name of me

As it gushes through the blood stained stone carrying your name.

Did you once again forget?

Only I, the water through stone can carve,

and shall cut thee.