I grip this blade of truth
It cuts through your spine
Sewn together hollow lies
I push them down your throat
Whisper deceit
But your whispers could not bury me
Paper martyr
I write your weakness across the sky
Time heals no wounds
And these scars remind me of the burning truth
Unburdened by inhibition
Unburdened by your deception
A slow kill in sprawling frost
I draw my blade as my heart goes numb
Forgiveness is no object
Revenge is now
Closure is near
This
My final sacrifice
Your criеs pierce the silеnce
This crime of passion comes to pass
Fulfilled now, rest will come
