she knows me she cares not when i scream she will bleed
i cannot remember what i have done but my nails are torn and my lips are cold what has been done cannot be wrong but a sense of guilt runs through me is this the way my life is to be? the life of all flesh is the blood what little faith that i once knew has turned to dust and my love has died with you
broken skin beneath her nails a violent struggle to the end as the blood drips from my chin and coats the nape of her neck
the nakedness of her pain excites the grief of my heart what is this pleasure i feel what kind of man am i now
white and lifeless she remains the twisted smile she could not hide heartless to the bitter end mocking me once more in death