Knife Play
The end is near, I can feel it coming.
The icy chill of the reaper�s breath, upon my neck
The world goes dark and grows hotter,
Killing everything but me.
I stand alone in a world of nothingness
No light, no life, no souls, only numb.
Within my head a thousand questions run wild
What is this place? Heaven? Hell?
Am I dead? Am I in a coma?
Am I even really here? Does it matter?
On the horizon a light forms, pushing me away
Telling me it�s not time for me yet
I scream at it, as I�m forced back to my body
Back into a world of pain and torment
A world where I can see what I can never have
Then I just tell myself that there�s always time to try again
To end my suffering in this world
I open my eyes, and all I can feel is the stitches
My wrists itching as as the knife wounds heal
And I smile just a little, as I think
Of how I�m going to try again
Two Treacheries
Lying wounded and betrayed
Friend and lover burry knives in my back
Festering boils infected and filled with pus
Grow on each wound
From the pain I take strength
To take my revenge on them both
Rip off their heads and place them on pikes
Castrate the man and crucify the headless bodies
My feelings were misplaced, as was my trust
But amends has been made, by drinking their blood
My demon master has taken pleasure in my actions
Thus he has given me great power and insight
Darkness has grown were love once stood
Their betrayals shall be remembered, as will my wounds
In death I will hunt their souls
To torment them forever for their treachery
