playing the martyr role
The bleeding never ends
since youve been gone I have fallen to hemophilia
or a forced version
where the knife comes out and the glint off the steel is almost as sharp as the blade
its teeth bite into me and scream aloud your name
and nothing stops the bleeding
the crimson tears fall from everywhere
my insides corroding due to blood that builds within
lips and fingers compare nothing to the blood bath
the sacrifice was made when I opened that withered shell
that heart that held nothing
nothing but that which you had taken when I spilled its contents
so shred your skin peel off the layers
let us see the monster that resides within
it is twisted in lies and cannot escape the karma it has bound itself in
but hell see it too
and youll win again as another has fallen to your forked tongue
we are all too blinded by the venom you have spat into our eyes
one day Michael shall come upon you and the foul serpent shall fall
Thor will take Mjolnir and bash the head of the serpent of Midgard
In the end the serpents are destroyed
your fate shall be no different
so until then I shall bleed
and let the blood of the innocent spill so their cries may be heard, may it not go unnoticed
as if the innocent wander on this earth
The bleeding never ends
since youve been gone I have fallen to hemophilia
or a forced version
where the knife comes out and the glint off the steel is almost as sharp as the blade
its teeth bite into me and scream aloud your name
and nothing stops the bleeding
the crimson tears fall from everywhere
my insides corroding due to blood that builds within
lips and fingers compare nothing to the blood bath
the sacrifice was made when I opened that withered shell
that heart that held nothing
nothing but that which you had taken when I spilled its contents
so shred your skin peel off the layers
let us see the monster that resides within
it is twisted in lies and cannot escape the karma it has bound itself in
but hell see it too
and youll win again as another has fallen to your forked tongue
we are all too blinded by the venom you have spat into our eyes
one day Michael shall come upon you and the foul serpent shall fall
Thor will take Mjolnir and bash the head of the serpent of Midgard
In the end the serpents are destroyed
your fate shall be no different
so until then I shall bleed
and let the blood of the innocent spill so their cries may be heard, may it not go unnoticed
as if the innocent wander on this earth