To celebrate the guilt,
(the lies of whispering shadows)
and tattoo their words upon your ever scarring flesh.
(beaten, reject, follow)
To make believe there is no guilt,
to wield the liar's dagger,
and clasp his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards.
To praise the guilt some more,
and in the eyes of the fallen,
embracing the swine,
this foreplay strangulation.
(Beaten, diseased, hollow)
Though your disease is ever mine,
I gave you Diamonds,
and in an act to seal the oath,
I gave you Roses,
be careful of the fucking thorns.
In your eyes I saw the end,
these were your words
"The promise of never".
Still in denial of the fact that our feelings dissolve.
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar's dagger,
and clasped your hand to celebrate to celebrate your vile unborn bastard.
