The Cut

The Cut

My heart is bounded in steel-iron chains
Shackled and tortured, it bleeds from your game
It churns with sorrow, from being blatantly spurned
I wish you hadn't come back, I wish you hadn't returned

You came and abused me, you wanted a gory encore
Decieved me, then left me for dead in my blood on the floor
You cut your name in my skin over my fluttering heart
That razors edge so sharp, cut deep from our start

Now black do I bleed, and ill do I feign
These cuts on my chest are all that remain
I can't wait for their healing, these scars they grow worse
Your name branded on my body is your death wish, your curse

I can remember you pull that sheet over me, yards of cambric
And as everything paled, I saw your eyes shine Sadistic
You desired my ruin and more, to melt my wings that made me free
And as Icarus, you wanted me to fall from glory and drown in the sea

Now your tears burn red and your blood burns black
And this sin that you've conjured will one day come back
And with the dead I will rise in the full of the moon
And I'll take your life, and wrap you in your my own cambric tomb

- Emoesque