A cruel intention
Killing my heart before it said “I love you”
An action amongst fallen heroes
They rise to take the world and them under
I wished to hold your hands
Look onto your eyes
And let you be free
Oh! But the malice of the mania!
You made me suffer
I see a wounded heart
Slashed by your unkind actions
I bleed charcoaled blood
My soul is tattered by the claws of no mercy
Murder will be a forgiveness from me
Like the fallen heroes
You shall see you head on a spear!
A hollow shell of loneliness of lies lay within me
The temple of misery will prevail
I shall mutilate you with shame
Stab your grace
And cut your heart into pieces
with the same blade
you placed within my back
I shall watch the maggots crawl from your infested soul
Your corpse will bury itself
and
Whatever is left
Will be graced by me