Ruins of your battlefield

A poem of betrayal and revenge.

Is there a way to repair, an already broken heart

When it's all torn up and burn, and ashes flown so far

All the knives you've stabbed, and all the lies you've told

Are just ruins of your battlefield

Is there a way to go back, and repair it all

Have it already gone to far, and everything will fall

Piece by piece they go, and here we're standing

In the ruins of your battlefield

From the ruins I will arise

A plan of revenge I will devise

I'll make sure you'll get a surprise

No turning back, tell your last goodbyes

Murky water, drifting in

Red from blood and black of sin

Now the knives come, breaking your boats keel

Keeping you afloat no more, now how do you feel

Pour on some gasoline,

light it up and watch you burn

You scream and scream, scream and scream

And to quote you "what's the big deal"

How did I feel?

Now. You. Know!

Author's Note

Could maybe work as a lyrics, at least parts of it as I had some melody to it when I wrote it. What do you think?